adventures in dysthymia

Tuesday, December 03, 2013

Stale, a poem

Stale

Bonbons for the banal,
candy-coated cliché;
make a new batch daily,
place them on display.

Powder-sugared poems,
junk food for the soul;
empty calories
will never fill the hole

hunger has created,
existence claims as toll.
Stale words in the window;
throw them all away.

Stephen Brooke ©2013

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