#649-Passing
Sometimes,
Emptiness and fog,
Is all I feel.
It’s those days,
When tears come,
From corners,
Craving emptiness.
Rationally,
I understand.
But knowing,
Isn’t feeling.
So teary-eyed,
I gaze into nothingness,
With shadows close by,
Holding my hand,
As curtains close,
To corners,
I’ll never see again.