Running on Empty

Running on empty,

With nothing left to give.


Weights on each corner.

A fragmant of my former self,

A starved ghost. Barely me.

Turned to autopilot,

Coasting with fumes.

Published by Kindled

Just your average over-caffinated INFP who loves many forms of self-expression. Writer. Poet. Painter.

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