Refill. A poem.

Now the tank is nearly empty
Waiting to be (ful)filled
The fuel pump lurks
Just out of reach
Too far away
All too hard
So Tired
Empty
Dead
Stop
No

Another experiment, this time in structure. I’ve done these sorts of “visual” poems before, but I liked how this one turned out, as well as the content.

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