The Empty Box
by Mark E. Schrull
Inside my box,
Emptiness is abundant.
Nothing, zero, naught,
Fit here nicely.
Important things once,
Keepsakes of life,
All have escaped,
All are gone.
I have tried,
To fill this
Box once more.
New things fit,
But are haunted
By the previous.
They too will,
Upon examination,
Depart,
Leaving my box,
Vacant and alone,
Silent and empty,
Again.
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Mark E. Schrull
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