#11

I can’t do this anymore

I am empty

 As an open house and barren walls

A fading glow

Behind the ribs in my cavernous chest

A crackling sound, an echo

There’s nothing I crave more

Than to fuel the dying flame

But after it all

Nothing, no kindling remains

And so I wait in tearless sorrow

Grey, bleak as empty meadows

As slowly dread consumes my sight

 At the dying of my only light

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