Emptiness

You are emptiness, my friend. Like a magnificent castle standing before us, with nothing inside. There is so much you could be, but alas, the failure is so precise and sweet. All these roads of communication and you slip by the wayside, lost forever to us. To contemplate, and if I truly did disappear, forever from view, that emptiness would echo, and hollow out the giant chasm of your blindness further.

You are emptiness, personified. Trapped and gutless, ruthlessly tragic, never a moment for those, when all they ask is a hand. The strings and bows, only serve to augment your selfishness, an eternity of shores. When you think yourself warm and tender you are only hiding, you are sleeping at night on the pillow of comfort, with half your blessings clouded. Nothing is further from you than the greatness you shift uneasily away from.

I pity those who deny all that made them, shallow waters won't hide the body lying there. When the body is gone forever, may its ghost haunt those who showed a shoulder.