Treasure Island

Chenson Bennett


Empty


My heart is empty as a grave,
My penalty black as the coffin,
When I am empty I hear no sound,
The forest of life has no more life,
The winters syntax has no more Love,
Tell me what I’m doing wrong,
Tell me oh someone,
Why—Why do I feel nothing,
Everyone has gone,
No has left,
No more life,
No more whispers.

Floating is this vast sea of darkness,
The eagle flocks towards the sun,
As it’s the only source of light,
As it was devours, so is my hope,
For the only source of light,
Is the only source of destruction,
And as this black ink drips on this page,
The message conceived in your mind,
Is emptiness is...

Submitted: Tuesday, April 01, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, April 02, 2014

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