emptiness
it's a feeling unable
to be inscribed with calligraphic swirls
or etched by iridescent palettes of colour
melting honey and toxins
into a syrup of crumbled bones devouring me
a paste of broken hearts and agony
hanging loosely around the devil's neck
scintillating chain of midnight feelings
experienced by those selfish and arrogant
shattering purity with studded step
yet i'm the worst of them all
not joyous nor melancholy
dangling on the spectrum
only empty.
~ void
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Poetry❝ the town was paper but the memories were not. ❞ an anthology of poems written during an inexplicable journey of friendship, hope and forgiveness called life.
