Nothing is there
It’s not open to interpretation
That vacuum in your heart
It is real
That last, best hope is
Gone
You are all alone.
Lost in the orchard
of despair
The swirling madness has
Stopped
to focus entirely on
you…
As everything slips away
Into the deep dark of never was
Anchor chain
Wrapped round your soul
Drags you
Deeper
Deeper
Deeper
Pressure building
upon heart and shoulders
the mind spins
Round it’s cage
And the weight
Grows greater
Greater
Greater
Greater
You slowly implode
a singularity of self
just a hole
at the bottom
of a well
Draining into a hell
long since abandoned
Except for you
And the echoes of silence
The space inside you generates
Whenever you dare to imagine
There might be
Something
Reminding you
Nothing makes nothing.
And the weight grows
Greater
and greater
and greater
again