There’s Nothing There

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I’m reaching out, engaging and scrutinizing;

skimming through to see you.

Holding you intently, purposefully and committed.

You seemed an open book.

The audio version of your story mesmerizing, your truth so bold.

Then I went beyond your notes and found blank pages.

They told a different story.

You ring hollow.

There’s nothing there.

I have to put this book down.

The efforts made to unravel the mystery, and

the chances taken diving right in brought me no pleasure.

I learned nothing.

Maybe another blank page can read you properly.

I won’t waste my time on an empty binding.

Not again.

When I’m ready to read again, I’m sure

I’ll find a better book to discover.

 

4 thoughts on “There’s Nothing There

  1. Love that personification of the book to the person! So many times people seem simple, and then you realize there’s a prologue, an epilogue, and realize there is a world of mystery beyond what you know about them. So strong. Well done! And thank you for your support!!

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