pummpkinpye

An empty receptacle that longs to be filled
With hopes, with dreams, with fears? With longings of what’s to come
But what I feel is the immediate, the passion of the moment the promise of now but nothing tangible
For the future
Empty wishes, hopes and dreams kept alive until the next time
When will my hopeful heart say no and refuse, realize that enough is enough?
Know that there is nothing promising just around the bend? Accept reality for what it is? Know my role and find comfort there within?