A glass half full
has been taken from.
Partly empty it now stands
awaiting another gulp.
A question never asked:
what lays within the glass
that one would require
half of its contents?
Is it life granting water?
Or pain dulling beer?
The days drag on
yet the end is the same.
A fraction or empty
it does not matter.
What you fill the glass with
is the vital judgement.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoetryPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
