Nothing - Poem by Caitlin Flynn
A blank page,
With a specialty it doesn't own,
Like an empty cage,
Abandoned and alone.
To love would be foolish,
Like a bird with a broken wing,
Nothingness filling the atmosphere,
Becoming dull and wrong,
As the excitement disappears,
It's just empty, plain, and bland,
Nothing special in the end.
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