Empty like a glass
Empty like a jar
Empty like a gas tank
Driven way too far
Empty like the subway
Empty like a train
Empty like a stomach
Too stressed to eat again
Empty like the valleys
Empty like the ocean
Empty like the mountains
Away from the commotion
Empty like those arms
Empty like the eyes
Empty like the heart
And the bloodlife it supplies
Empty like an eggshell
Empty like a rind
Empty like the moments
You try to leave behind
Empty like a bucket
And empty like a pan
Empty like the feelings
That make me who I am
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem