The void is calling me, and I keep going back.
I again stand by the void surrounded by the empty shell that's me.
The faint glow from embers among ashes of past passions
slowly fade away into the distance.
Flashes of faint echoes of emotions flicker before my eyes,
as if asking me to remember what it used to be.
"To feed the mind is to fuel the void", it says...
... I have no idea what that means.
Poetry by mickeko
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Written on 2025-06-23 at 15:11
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The revisit
In the midst of the unrelenting pulse of what I surmise is humanity,I again stand by the void surrounded by the empty shell that's me.
The faint glow from embers among ashes of past passions
slowly fade away into the distance.
Flashes of faint echoes of emotions flicker before my eyes,
as if asking me to remember what it used to be.
"To feed the mind is to fuel the void", it says...
... I have no idea what that means.
Poetry by mickeko
Read 28 times
Written on 2025-06-23 at 15:11
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