Empty Bottles Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Empty Bottles

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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.

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