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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Listless (an acrostic poem)

Leaving the house, Brad was determined to do something

It had been too long since he had just acted on instinct

Still he didn’t know where he wanted to go

Too many choices, all of them equally good

Looking at his phone, he had two hours before his date

Enough time to do a lot of different things

So he opened his browser to see what was happening around him

Soon the hours had gone by, and he had never left

 

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