There is a gaping wound in me
My chest hollowed out
Carved and scorched round the edges
As all manner of life shifts throughout and around me
I carry this necrotic emptiness
In every halting beat of a vacant heart
In every choking breath of insufficiency
Resounding in waves of unfulfilled longing
No sign of satiation
No spot of satisfaction
Only the absence
Only the wound
Only the whistling corridor
Echoing still a single note
I clawed out my heart
And set it aflame
Passed the ashes to the breeze
Carried to a distant shore
For my love is gone
And I don't need it anymore
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