Empty Poem by Billy Juergens
Empty
All so blue.
Solemn footsteps
In knee-high fog,
Over and over,
Echoes do not end.
Glances at a dusky sky
Littered with debris,
And cloudy ash
Of a nova sun.
Even the moon is gone.
Even the blue is grey.
The death of countless hope,
As the life of the dead dirt
Pollutes itself again,
Inside its empty shell,
Lingers to be saved.
I wake again
To wait to sleep.
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2/23/2026 7:11:41 AM # 1.0.0
My favourite of yours so far. An amazingly beautiful write, I like your lines.