Empty…

Eyes blank, no emotion
Like a toy that’s batteries ran out
Staring into the infinitely bottomless pit I call a soul (or lack one 1)
Death isn’t a factor
Trapped in this cage being poked at
By the sharp tips of trembling tears
I wish I could cauterize these gouges of nothingness
A stuffing less animal… just an outline.


R.I.P June, Grand dad, Tio Enzo