The glass isn't half full.
It's all empty.
There's no water left.
Not a single drop.
Not a grain of salt.
Not ice,
Not snow,
Just air.
Nothing but space.
So much space it's suffocating.
There's no room to hide.
No sky.
No ground.
Just air.
Everywhere.
No place to escape too.
No one to help.
Too much space
Because everyone left.
YOU ARE READING
Poems by S.S.
PoetryPoems that are horribly worse than A.A.'s and should never be read in all eternity.
