Hollow

I am a mere drop in the ocean of nothing. A vast, cruel desert of pain and loneliness which we all face at some time in our lives. We scan wind-scarred buttresses for meaning, Every nook and cranny, we need answers. But the only response we get is the hollow howl of the serpent, Sweeping through the quiet dunes, Ripping flesh from bone, indiscriminately hunting with its ageless beauty, its twisted glee. It seeks you out and there’s no hiding, There’s no running either. Absolutely nothing you can do, Except to sit and face what’s coming. Yet we fight, we try to face the demon. The demon of nothing, The demon inside each one of us. And through the ages this war of nothing rages Scarring all and sparing none. This evil, this nothing. An empty feeling we all share, no matter how deep. Like the sightless eyes of a dead man.