My plate is empty.
What now?
Time to stare into
the vast unknown
and wait for the answers
that will never come.
My wallet is empty.
What now?
Time to work again
until my fingers bleed
and I have just enough
to say I have nothing.
My soul is empty.
What now?
Time to search for meaning
that will mend this broken
and exposed creature
to some semblance of a human being.
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