I am a being
Devoid of light
156 long months
following someone
Who has everything
I do not.
I’m a constant silhouette.
A teller of time
Or a follower of it.
Chained like Atlas
Carrying the dead weight
Of what she has left behind.
I am a void
For screaming into
And an abyss
For falling.
I am an emptiness.
A black mass
Of nothingness.
There is no love in what I do.
No thrill,
And so I do not know what to think
For where there are no shadows
How far would she sink?