Insides hollowed out - nothing there at all
husk
Walking through cities of glass; hallowed hall
husk
Dawn brings with her the promise of something
rust
But joy she does not bring - bells will not ring
rust
Instead she brings life; more hours - walking husk
Shell
5.9.08
Posted by Neal Barber at 10:39 am 0 comments
Labels: complete, desolation, hollow, poem, poetry
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