Hollow sleep
and visions of your
once beautiful
poetry dance in the shadows
that you have cast.
Those silhouetes of
a distant limerick
long etched in your brain
are now forever
lost in the depths
of your hollowed self.
The infinite sum of things undone
and done wrong
the ultimate of emptiness.
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Thank you Iris. Your work could rival Michelangelo's david