As the Panic Sets In

I fall
Into a pit.
In which I sit
And call.

But no one hears.
So I lie there in emptiness
Alone to wonder and to guess
With just my fears.

Which rule my mind
As sadly, I attempt to pray
That others may look here one day
What will they find?

Or, when?
Will I lay here
A week? A year?
Amen

Air Has Lots of Weight

An ironic twist:

How can emptiness linger?

Can “nothing” hang on?

Something, anything

And then, there’s those nights,
When nothing happened at all,
But nothing still hurts

If it causes you...

On the other hand,
Oh wait, I almost forgot,
I chopped that one off.

Emptiness

The problem with Emptines
Is not searching the room,
And finding nothing else inside,

But when, upon reflection,
You notice, it's a tomb:
And that there's no place you can hide.

vision

Misty, opaque gauze. Will morning sun clear the air? Or is it your eyes?

Last Gasps

As winter wheezes, Coughing up last gasps of snow, Flakes melt, run away.