Empty truth
She comes home to an empty house.
She goes to school in the empty silence.
She is empty.
She laughs, an empty laugh.
Empty is everything she feels.
Home is a stark reminder of pain.
School an empty promise to the future.
Empty a feeling she knows all too well.
She reads with an empty heart.
She sings in empty hope.
Her notes filled with empty truth.
When she writes, she is no longer empty.
Her journals are never empty.
~j.g.s.b~
5/4/16
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PoetryVarious writings and I've written over the years. I wish to share some of my work and hope to inspire others to write or explore literature. I'm an amateur writer that still has a long way to go. Warning: my work is based on personal experience, and...
