Hollowed Soul

On my bed

In supine

Facing darkness

With a pillow against sight

I wonder

What’ll take place

In this life

Of nothingness and fall


Restless in reticence

Exhausted from chasing

The colors that once the rainbow had

The shimmer of the stars in nightly sky

Trying to build the broken self

Fragment to fragment

Bits to bits


Used to sunshine

And misty air

I now find myself

In a dry vast void

The product of prism

Stolen and lost

Replaced by nothing

But vermilion and coal


Seeing myself

Far from my dream

Apart from my home

Detached from my person

Dying slow

No grace nor honor

But sorrow and hollowed soul


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