Empty shadows cling to skin,
and blind sore eyes
with thickened darkness,

as winds taunt the ears
with hollow whispers
of mocked sorrow.

Even starlight weaves
to dodge this solemn outcast.

Crystal beads of useless tears
fall like scattered marbles
to be lost along
the vacant streets of lonliness.

What evil deed has been commited
that invokes the beast of nothingness
to swallow this lost soul?

Oh fear me, vicious void,
for each day that I feed
from the plate of bitterness
I shall grow,

until the day comes
that I consume you
with the enormity
of my own emptiness.

© Christy Jones