365 Poems: July 11th, 2014

Empty
How we stand on Poe’s cliffs
with our Annabelle-Lee’s.
How we think we could jump
for whenever we please.
How we’re not sad or lonely
on the moors in the breeze.
We just stare at the wonder
of a world turned empty.

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