Posted by: Devin | September 14, 2016

Empty Bucket 

Down the hill, there is a well 

with a little empty bucket 

And in that empty bucket 

there are reddened, rusty nails 

One for each time my heart broke further 

One for every hope that died

And that little empty bucket 

was lowered in the well 

It fell straight to the bottom 

with nothing there to fill 

It hit the stony soil 

and broke to splintered shards

There was no water in that well 

no life force to sustain 

To give that broken bucket 

a reason to exist 

And so I stood upon the stonework 

crashed myself below. 


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