What’s in you?
What do you know?
Reaching out,
trying to touch
the smooth absence
of you.
.
Seeing nothing,
feeling nothing,
and panicking.
This is where
the meaning of the world
was supposed
to be.
All I see
are robot written lines,
zeros and ones,
echoes
of a vague
destruction.
Rifle through you
in a daze.
Touch my body
for my pen.
Upon finding
nothing,
I feel the madness well.
Can’t find anything
that would help
release the pain.
Chew through a vein
and use my finger
as a pen.
Not sure
why it’s so important
that this story
be told,
but my blood
flows freely.
I hope
I can finish
before
the words go.
HG – 2021
