Only empty bottles

collect the rain

depressed in their mud

can’t remove that stain

Try and pull

Grip and strain

Stuck in their filth

They remain

A stubbornness one

Can’t explain

So over here

I sit in pain

Can’t talk through glass

Can’t make it clear

Settle for something

Like just being near

Timing blow ups

Steering my chosen fear

unlike depressed glass

I’m not allowed to share

Can’t live depressed nor

Stay in my high chair

Peering through melted sand

A translucent stare

Only empty bottles 

collect the rain

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