How Heavy is Empty – By ElizaBeth Coira


the hungry do stumble
every now and again
making a way through the woods

just imagine how far
how high we’d climb
without emptiness
                                the pang
hole in the soul

hungry keeps going
but on what kind of path
harnessed by fear

so different than wondering
hand-in-hand freely
with a friend
                        a compass
as true Lovers do

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