Dogs 2014

VACUUM LIVING IN ME
(11/5/14)


the sensation
is difficult
to describe

empty
is not
an empty enough
term
to define
the negative
space
in my soul

the spirit
has been
aborted
absolutely

this fragile
container
buckles
at the extreme
differential of pressure
between outside
and in

I feel
continually crushed
by the press
of peopled
thoughts
and emotions

they mean
so very little
to me
yet influence
my every
labored breath

I want
to push back
but my resources
are drained

the gravity
of humanity
collapses my sensibilities
until all I can do
is isolate

become
that pinpoint
of darkness
in an otherwise
starry sky

an invisible
exhausted husk
drifting through
space
on a course
not
of my choosing

waiting
for some outer
influence
to determine
my fate

I would
sigh
in frustration
but there is
nothing
left
to exhale