Empty bottles

Empty bottles
Empty heart
Cold eyes
Unfeeling arms
No warmth
No sound
From the corpse
That touches
The ground
Monotonous mumbles
Glazed over eyes
Stumbling through
As if in a haze
Looking only
For a single gaze

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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