Empty (an acrostic poem)

Everything had been poured out, there was nothing left

Meandering home purely by instinct and no coherent thought

Putting his hat on the coatrack he slumped into his easy chair and kicked up his feet

Turing on the television he let it wash over him mindlessly

Yearningly he absorbed it all in till he was full, not sated, but full

 

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