The Road

I walk down

the blank road,

the life I lived

behind me.

A trail that

only ghosts walk,

the empty void

within me.

The hole

it rips me

at my chest,

sunken

within

my soul.

As

not even

death

can escape

it,

my solid,

solo,

tomb.

It lives

within me

as I am gone.

Nothing left,

but

my bones.

A thick

black

ooze

that does

encase me

and

inflict

all

my wounds.

Has it overtaken me?

I question

on my quest,

to nowhere,

to no tomorrow,

to everlasting

rest.

Away

from this

sorrow,

away from

this pain,

I can almost

see the white.

A gentle kiss

that scalds the lips

and returns me

to

my ash.