Empty
Fatigue permeates me
The slow motion of
the end
Moves slowly
Across the soul’s
screen
As I reach into my
haversack
For last ditch effort
Contemplation
Captures me in every
way
The lava
Swells and wells up
Inside of me
Spilling uncaged
Spillage leaving
marks
That should never be
seen
Armor breached
Mortal wounds finally
seen
The reservoir boiling
Contempt held
Completely and
personally
As I drink in
The black hole
Empty
From the
chocolatezeus collection 10/2/17 ©
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