An empty jar


I have to live

With this empty jar

On my desk

Wishing I could fill it

With anything other

Than pain

That ugly brew

Of putrid envy

And my projected issues


The more you stir

The worse it gets

Digging up detritus

Of my own confusion

And outrageous falsehoods


You canít stir dirty water

And expect it to get clear


So better this empty jar

With my reflected face

Filled with silence

And what might have beens

Than a wounded

Innocentís heart



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