Empty Clutter Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Empty Clutter



Lonesome days, trodding through my mind, giving me
empty thoughts that clutter intellect.
Just wanting to be free of the empty loneliness and
abandonment would be great, but what would take the
place of them in writing?

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