emptied

we often
become
lost
in
time’s well
we trip up
tumble into unforeseen
depths
anticipating
the sudden shock
of its passage
at final bottom
hands as days cycle
snapping the bone of us
like fall twigs underfoot
emptied
last bitter sips
from ancient heavy
vessels
our time swallowed
like pride’s
poison

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About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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