some days I forget its there
then I laugh and the sound falls
or I breathe and feel the air
rushin thru this hole inside
it doesn’t ache like grief
nah…grief has a name. a face
it has a sound that escapes
when you speak on it
this is a silent emptiness
a thing that was once vital
til it vanished
leavin only an echo behind
I sleep with my palm
pressed against my chest
to hold together the edges
and keep whatever’s left from spillin out
diggin my fingers into my ribs
tearin at the quiet til somethin screams back
leavin behind a welcomed pain
lettin me feel somethin in the nothinness
it goes by a name I never asked for
and feels like erosion
a slow collapse of what I was
of what I was supposed to be
sometimes I smile without knowin why
and for a moment I think
maybe…
but then it passes
and the hollow shifts
not gone but buried deeper
still beyond my reach
Geez….I felt every word of that…. awesome write.
much appreciated
You write viscerally, in human speak, and that is poetry.
thank you
Powerfully penned, Ambjr. This write is incredible my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
really appreciate that