Dystopian Junk Mail

Your hands are empty

yourhandsareempty

Is there a way?
Did you find it yet?
Who profits when you're empty?
You didn't let them in did you?
Who was at the peephole when you looked?
They took your money away.
They hid it under a rock across town.
You trust too much,
and question too little.

#freewriting #poetry