A Glimpse Into Emptiness Poem by Boledi R Petja

A cracked soul bleeds in silence.
Its edges jagged, raw, flaking with every thought.
It clings to nothingness, the air around it heavy and cold.
Even nothing resists its weight, pressing in, suffocating,
as if the world itself is conspiring to erase it.

Hope is gone.
Memory is a traitor, tossing fragments that cut more than they heal.
Faces once familiar twist into shadows,
smiles turn brittle in the mind,
and laughter becomes a distant echo that no longer belongs.

Every breath is heavy.
Every heartbeat is a defiance that tastes like rust.
The body moves, hollow and mechanical,
through streets that glare like strangers,
through rooms that are only echoes,
through a world that has forgotten tenderness.

Hands reach, searching for warmth,
for touch, for meaning, for a spark.
They grasp only emptiness,
the hollow inside themselves reflected back.
Eyes search and find nothing but mirrors
fractured by their own reflection,
staring at the fragments of a life
that once thought it could survive.

Pain is constant,
but so is the persistence to exist.
Even broken, the soul pushes forward.
Even shattered, it sees, it feels, it endures.
Every scar, every hollow, every tremble
is a rebellion against the despair that seeks to consume it.

It remains alive in a world
that has made life unbearable.
It carries the weight of absence,
the shadow of loss,
the echo of everything that will never be.
And yet it persists,
fragile, jagged, bleeding,
refusing to disappear entirely.

It is sorrow and resistance at once.
It is hopelessness made human.
It is emptiness, lived in,
and somehow, it is alive.