Three empty cansA Poem by BeccySometimes, emptiness is harder to bear than loneliness.There might have been lager in them. But I can't see the labels, the name on the tin, because they're tumbled and twisted and tossed in the bin. Perhaps they were a kind of energy drink? Full of sweet promise for keeping you slim, but now they're tumbled and twisted and tossed in the bin. There's nothing much left for a can after that, as empty of life and pathetically thin, it stays tumbled and twisted and tossed in the bin.
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14 Reviews Added on January 30, 2015 Last Updated on February 1, 2015 AuthorBeccyUnited KingdomAboutI'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..Writing
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