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Writer's pictureAlison Lean

Empty

They wonder the desolate landscape

Finding nothing

A vast empty space

No place to sustain life

Empty echoes around a cracked sphere

Ready to shed another month of hope.

A cough rings out as they journey on

What is it they are looking for?

They don’t know.

Anything to explain the dankness

The reason for such a lonely place

No love grows here

The sheer bareness of it

Reeks of a rebellion

The entire purpose

Unfulfilled

Undeserving of it

Unwavering in its determination

To be unwelcome

To any that could call it home

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