There’s nothing worse than feeling empty inside
There’s no medicine I can take to ease the pain

While the pity of love lost is impossible to hide
I thought my avarice gave me something to gain

I had hoped that my greed you would take in stride
I evasively tried to cover up evidence of the stain

But I failed miserably and we both cried and cried
And now I am hollow, like a furnace with no flame

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Written for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (medicine), Your Daily Word Prompt (pity), Word of the Day Challenge (avarice), My Vivid Blog (evasively), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (hollow), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (furnace). Image credit: Ladders Inc at drawception.com.