A chasm of emptiness and
Meaningless existence.
A gaping hole filled with
Purposeless voids.
A deep tunnel to nowhere dug
Without reason.
Wandering aimlessly through
Lands of bleak.
Life not with joy or purpose,
But instead
Hollow.
Author’s Note:
The feeling of emptiness can make everything seem meaningless, and without purpose or reason. It can make one feel hollow.
I am blind,
Yet I can see.
I am deaf,
Yet I can hear.
I am mute,
Yet I can speak.
I am the dark,
And yet I am the light.
I am forgotten,
Yet I am remembered.
I am a peasant,
Yet I am a King.
I am nothing,
Yet, I am everything!
Original version:
I am blind,
Yet I can see.
I am deaf,
Yet I can hear.
I am mute,
Yet I can speak.
I have nothing,
Yet I have everything.
I am a peasant,
Yet I am a King.
Author’s Note:
When I originally wrote this, I felt like nothing. However, this piece is not about me. Though I use the words “I am”, I wasn’t talking about myself. Perhaps I’m talking about someone or something. Perhaps it is a riddle.
What do you think?
N
In the dead of night you always come to me. You take many forms but it’s you I see. Behind their faces, and behind their eyes, trying to hide your presence in your guise. Yet it’s you I smell and it’s you I breathe. Though you feel so familiar, I don’t know who you are. In my dreams I sense you there, so close, yet so far. We travel across the universe, to the realm beyond shadow. The time soon comes for you to leave, to a place I cannot go. I stand alone and think of you, underneath the falling star.
With each day, it comes to an end, as I watch you die again. Opening wounds I cannot mend, the slope of madness I still descend.
Author’s Note:
I don’t know who you are, but I feel you there.
N
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