A Tavern of Empty VoicesA Poem by RelicDevoted patrons have chosen to stay home and melt like ice cubes in glasses. Most days here, the sun, in its lazy mood, mopes across the floor to occupy chairs, or corners, ....but says nothing. It only displaces a cacophony of voices, and intoxicated crooners. The upturned bar stools reflect a world gone upside down. When it rains, this empty room is like clouds with heavy eyes on tap, toasting down another drink to sorrow and uncertainty. © 2025 RelicAuthor's Note
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