Empty

by ryebus   Nov 3, 2008


The crayons lie unused
in a pile confused
lost now from hands
thrust at me
in unfettered glee.

I stare at them
and wonder why
it came to this
and again, cry.

What now for me
as I stand alone
left in this void
of an empty home.

ryebus

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