Empty Boxes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Empty Boxes



Boxes full of nothingness, piled high in corners, out of
sight, lids all broken open, looking up and hoping some-
thing can fill their bellies up.

Expectantly waiting each and every day, nothing happens,
as they sit upon shelves, afraid that no one will ever
claim or use them for their intended purpose.

Friday, June 13, 2014
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