Poems by Rose

Empty Can

Like empty can my heart echoes,
From lack of tangible emotions,
Nothing left
Just sweet, fading memories
That cling to slippery surface.
On the edge rusting pain,
Ready to slice at first chance,
Forcing one to feel woes, tools for education.
Around the hollow jacket of experiences,
Portraying tattered, triumphs in fading print.
With salty tears the binding faith loosens,
Melting the meticulous façade.
Underneath, a sticky surface,
Devoid of emotions
That mimics the one inside.

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