THE VOID AT THE BOTTOM OF THE ABYSS

One by one, all

that makes life worth living

taken away; yet

that wretched need to live

survives unscathed,

the pointless time

precious without meaning.

Inhale, exhale,

carry out the bodily functions,

be. This

all that there is,

and the fear of death

only grows.

For life in bloom hides

what withered can but show.

05.05.2018