The Barrel- A poem for the end of February. 

The barrel looked stable,

but really,

it was empty. 

A hollow void lies beneath

the strong walls. 

Can they really protect you?
The barrel rolled around-

no balance. 

Where’s the stability?

The rounded edges,

so smooth looking, but splintered,

cannot hold you up. 
But the barrel shrunk

until you

we’re looking down it, into it. 

Empty; fuelled; dark. 

You wanted to momentarily fill the void

and spark the darkness to a brief moment of light. 
But that,

a life,

was a heavy sacrifice for a moment of hope. 

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