Void

footprints left in wake,
where I’ve been,
keen to natures zen,
the faces seen,
dandelion greens,
onward it seems,
darker, emptier, far more bleak than conceived. “voices” echoing within that one’s essence must cease. i’ve seen things galore,
an abundance all gleamed, yet I’ve grown weary of each minute, each hour, each day, begin anew..not today. Through the pane I peer, at world in collapse,
a world clutched in between everything..yet nothing in fact. Akin to a mouse, toiling upon its wheel;
existential unease,
until last I breathe,
a breeze to abysmal beneath.
not a weep to me for my death is not your grief..
to nullity,
released,
vOiD of peace

I am infinite ♾
I am free°