Into The Void

Photo by Alexis Fauvet on Unsplash

i hear the hollow, empty echo of your loneliness

the longing flute music from your cracked, chapped lips

your missing sun in a total eclipse

the sound of your faucet in need of tightening as it persistently drips

your, "thank you" drowned out only by your, "please"

i see the wet clothes on your clothesline with no breeze

the vast holes in your swiss cheese

when your very will is brought to its knees

i hear you wheezing despair

searching high and low for a reason to care

scarfing down potato chips from a wrinkled bag,

sitting alone on the couch in the dark, in your dirty underwear

the prayers you utter at midnight

when you're flying an invisible, windless kite

i feel the chasm in your pocket that once held jingling car keys

and the jiggled, locked doorhandle of your soul's homelessness

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

oh my goodness ... such despair and depression .. a terrible disease that the world seems to be magnifying ... could be a father, a mother, sibling ... friend or stranger .. the spiral downward and helpless, overwhelming feelings fuel .. so sad Pete .. I do hope this is not a confessional poem about someone you know ... luv on ya brother
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[Pete]

seems like there's so much of it. maybe its the short days, long nights and coldness of winter.

[Einstein Noodle]

there is some science behind that for sure ... cabin fever does have roots