Ouroboros

photo credit: spodzone Tha an Geamhradh a ’tighinn via photopin (license)

This emptiness fills me,
Consumes me, from within.
This nothing is scrawled
As graffiti on the walls.
Eternity’s footsteps just dust now
Etched out like a secret code in the dirt.
A diatribe against existence
Shouted into the vacuum
Echoing through these empty halls.
But I’m numb to the pain now,
A shadow of what I was;
Nothing’s real, nothing hurts.

© 2021 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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