Final Empty

May 17, 2021 10:38 pm EDT

In the wretched prehistory
Before memories took form
There was the stark terror
Of utter abandonment
In time, to make sense of it
He chose to believe
This is what he deserved
To be alone
In the dark crevices
In the dank spaces
In the horrid spectacle
Of the rising and falling thoughts
Dancing with pure evil
Giving birth to new realms
Of terrific, blacker than black
And then, he was no longer alone
Despair was his new companion
Hunger left him
In the stark shadows
Of the great and final empty

Type: Poetry

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