On Empty

Barely here, barely there,

Existent in another realm,

No outlet for aimless sentiment,

Trapped, permeates clogged pores,

They slowly slither off the hip, adrift with no place to sit.

Devoid of an audience,

Never take center stage,

No limelight will evaporate you, impossible to transcend you,

Never to return, to the space you inhabited,

Running on empty

Barely
 
 

Quarantine

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