An Absence (Poem)
It is hard
Discovering which
State of stasis
Locks a man more
Sorrow ebbs and flows
Crashing and rippling like
Metal of rusting cars
Colliding intentionally
Emptiness falls and sinks
Pouring and soaking like
Clouds abounding yet without
A single drop of rain
An absence of desire
A hole without the heart
An oasis inside the desert
Perhaps the end is the start
Fitting to not feel full
Forcing to never flex
Somehow I know that
This too shall pass
Grey all of the time but
Never black and white enough
To hide in between
Squashing space through
Occupied free moments
Dwelling on days already dead
Fruitless labor without harvest
Where can one go inside
Places no one can tread
An absence of desire
A hole without the heart
An oasis inside the desert
Perhaps the end is the start
What fills inside the black
Where is a place uncharted
When is a time without measure
Why are questions provoked
Who, oh who, is behind all of this
Even the felt vacancy
An absence of desire
A hole without the heart
An oasis inside the desert
Perhaps the end is the start