The Path


I'm walking down an empty path,

no end and i think i've lost the beginning,

free falling through an endless drift

emptiness is continuing

there is nothing anymore,

i feel unhooked from all the world,

as if i've lost my grip on things

and now i'm losing myself as well,

my particles attached by taut and wearing thread

straining to split and float away to nothingness

but something inside of me holds it together

a strength I never knew I had

and part of me wishes I hadn't at all

for the nothingness was an easy path.

The End

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