The Hollow Man - Poem by Michael Wride
The hollow man slept
On a table
In a room blackened by time
A dim lamp shone in a corner
Penetrating the darkness
Through black grime of thoughts
The thoughts within the mind of a boy
Who knelt at the foot of the bed
The boy wept and shook his head,
'Can it be true that my father is dead'?
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