Echoes in the Void

Stuck and alone; Echoes in the Void.

Echoes in the Void 

As dusk bloats the day, casting shadows wide, 

I retreat to my chamber, where emptiness looms. 

The day’s long labor, every task checked off, 

Yet fulfillment evades, leaving my soul aloft. 

I rise each morning, a routine to fulfill, 

But each completed task brings no lasting thrill. 

Achievements ring hollow, like echoes in a cave, 

I could boast of a façade of success, but inside I crave. 

I smile on the surface, I play my part well, 

But inside, I’m lost in a personal hell. 

The smile they see, the joy others find, 

Feels like distant memories, like fleeting moments in a weary mind. 

I meet every deadline, reach every goal, complete every task 

Yet the void within swallows me whole. 

Each accomplishment fades, a fleeting spark, 

Leaving behind a deeper, darker mark. 

Breaths come heavy, my chest feels tight, 

In the stillness of night, I’m swallowed by fright. 

The void within me, vast and unending, 

A hollow abyss, relentless, unbending. 

Faces surround me, their lives moving fast, 

While I drift in shadows, a ghost of the past. 

Their joys, their sorrows, I cannot share, 

In the emptiness, nothing compares. 

Despair grips tight with its icy claws, 

In the silence, I wrestle with unseen jaws. 

The emptiness grows, consuming all light, 

In this hollow expanse, I’m losing the fight. 

My heart, a wasteland, barren and cold, 

In the darkness, my spirit is sold. 

I seek meaning, I seek purpose, I seek a spark, 

But find only shadows, relentless and stark. 

Tears fall silently into the night’s embrace, 

Tracing the sorrow etched on my face. 

Helplessness wraps me, a suffocating shroud, 

In the void of my being, I scream out loud. 

The world moves on, cold and unfeeling, 

While my wounds remain raw and unhealing. 

Each day, another battle I silently wage, 

In the empty abyss, I am trapped in a cage. 

I drift in this void, a sea of despair, 

Grasping for hope, gasping for air. 

But the void is endless, an insatiable beast, 

Feeding on my torment, never to cease. 

As dusk turns into a long night and dawn into a short day, 

The echoes in the void are here to stay. 

In this desolate place, where silence is loud, 

I am lost, unseen, in the darkness enshrouded and empty. 

EzroniX Poetry