The Abyss

The heart so void,
a vacant abyss.
Within, not even
a trace of this.

A desert abandoned
hope for rain.
Feeling nothing,
not even pain.

Rumors of color,
amidst dismay.
The sounds are muted.
The vision, gray.

High and low,
without distinction.
Freed slaves marching
toward extinction.

The urgent words
upon your lips
sound no echo
in this abyss.

Teardrops swallowed
by vacant depths.
Lay your head
on empty chest.

The heart so void.
It barely beats.
Closer than skin,
yet out of reach.

A tundra abandoned
hope for spring.
High and low,
not a thing.