Empty Glass
Empty Glass
Empty glass of hope
Water of efforts
Gliding through every slope
Patience is choked with a rope.
Parks of glee
Amusement of them got flee.
I overthink as a contemplator.
As if every outcome would be a fruitful tree.
I'm in vain yet fighting with pain.
Assuaging myself with blissful rain
I'm numb yet defeating dullness
I'm hollow yet occupied with fullness