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A Pocket Full of Empty
I’d like to believe you picked me
Though I pulled you from the dirt
And stuffed you in my pocket
To see my little world
Your heaviness didn’t bother me
Nor sink me
It was the pollution within
That killed our sunshine
What could I do?
Tufts of white, pure and light
Drifted in the gentle breeze
I didn’t notice your abscence
Until I needed something
To fill me
I realized then, it was all a scheme
All along I had carried
A pocket full of empty
Though I pulled you from the dirt
And stuffed you in my pocket
To see my little world
Your heaviness didn’t bother me
Nor sink me
It was the pollution within
That killed our sunshine
What could I do?
Tufts of white, pure and light
Drifted in the gentle breeze
I didn’t notice your abscence
Until I needed something
To fill me
I realized then, it was all a scheme
All along I had carried
A pocket full of empty
Published 20th Apr 2020
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