In the eternal emptiness

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in the emptiness

I hear nothing and nothing hears me.
The silence is eternal.

No voice to break the peace.
No shadow to cast in the dark.
No substance to touch and feel.

No tastes, no odours to smell.
No colours, no warmth.

What is, eludes my senses.
Soon, I too will begin to doubt that I am,
for only my mind knows I exist.

Lulled by a nothingness I cannot resist,
in time what I am will also fade.

With nothing to reflect my presence or to preserve my essence,
only the eternal emptiness awaits.

 

— J M Lysun —

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