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Aug 2010
Empty Inside

F J McCarthy on Jun 17, 2009

Empty, hollow, nothing left.
The way I feel inside.
No substance there I am bereft.
With nothing left to hide.
Barren,stark, like windblown sand.
No purchase to be found.
Tossed about like a tumble ****.
This world has worn me down.
Dried out ,hardened,like a stone.
Iā€™m ready for the fire.
Burn me up till I am gone.
My soul can now retire.
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F J McCarthy
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