Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Empty Bottles


Lonely, empty bottles, staring at me from shelves of disuse.
Watching as they are sent in images to my mind.
Delving into thoughts of emptiness, allotted to images
transfigured in rags of bountyous relief.
Never touching bottles, not wanting their emptiness to fill
me also.
Standing back, emotion draining from the life I was meant to
live.

Submitted: Friday, October 18, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013
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