Hollow

These words are
an empty room,
a desert–
dry,
barren,
desolate
in its vacancy.

I am hollow
and so are these lines
and all those
which walked this space before.

We are vast
and void of all
that means anything,
so we wait,
worry,
wonder
and hope
above all
that something will come,
arrive with something
to fill us up,
to make whole
these caverns echoing
with longing
that have done nothing
but starve our broken hearts.

~Patience

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