Empty--
As void as the inundating madness
Of stupefying floods, on my fields
Of promised gold;
Void--
As vacuous as the demented bouts
Of screaming, within and without
My verses, despoiled;
Vacuous--
As vacant as the glassy glances
That suffuse my plodding soul
With garrulous doubt;
Vacant--
As desolate as the erratic heart
That endeavors to beat and bleat,
Sans the basis of why it still exists.
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