the empty pavement outside my front door
i turned it down
and it melted right to the ground
if the rain hadn't washed it away
then maybe i would've felt pity
or guilt
or even grief
but i have no time to mourn my actions
if the consequences no longer lie outside my front door
YOU ARE READING
until I'm empty: short poems
PoetryOriginal short poems. Just for fun, not to be taken too seriously. Criticism is welcome.
