Empty Hollow
The endless faces fade and turn
To face another day
An empty hand reaches grasping
Clutching not a heeling handWide eyed steely starry stare
Turn and look the other way
While hearing ears erase the sounds
They sense far too revealingTV’s tell the tales of torture
Tormenting hallowed venture
And radio blares the songs of authors
Whose visage long ago forgottenThe sullen sounds of saddened voices
Project a weeping sorrow
As I sit alone again to scorn
This moment of empty hollowWritten by Stack Jones
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