It’s empty
it sits forlornly
full of nothing
but neglect
and I sit
watching it sit
thinking about why
it is not fulfilling its purpose
and I wonder
if it thinks the same
about me
emptiness
Darkness
Lonely and defective
cold clear through to the mind
alone on the closet floor
darkness fills the void
within
without
the silence
palpable, a living breathing thing
Clandestine Writing... 