Empty

A leaking flask

the thief sips

mocks sticking throats

and cracking lips

Patch me up,

what good is a vessel

unable to hold

At the base

a powder lies

it would dissolve

water's disguise

Fill me up,

what good is a vessel

with nothing to hold

Reviews

[Pamcocoa]

I like the way this poem flows. Good job!

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I do too. =) Thanks for the kind words!