the empty

a
disintegrated
sense
of
trust
cast out into the vast wilderness
running in the dark amidst only the
rabid carnivores following, stalking &
waiting on every move---
every footstep, every single breath is
documented,
while the smell of sweat lures.

there are the bad memories that outweigh &
blurt out any sense of what was positive.

there are broken mirrors & random glass shards
everywhere (remnants of the catastrophic destruction of
the once glass house).

absolutely vacant

completely hollow

a bottomless
cavern

the
last
rung
on
the
ladder
(swinging with one arm before the plummet to all
nothingness)---

and if one dropped a quarter in the mouth of
the empty…

it would only echo as it bounced off the side of the tunnel
on its way
down.