Paper

  

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

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