An Absence (Poem)

An Absence

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