kauzi

"The Empty Spaces"



Deep, dark and brooding,

always lurking near the surface.

Anger, despair and desolation

mingle together with misery.

A volatile mixture ever ready to bubble forth,

to envelop and destroy all it touches.

A stain on the soul,

A plague on the mind

A cancer in the heart

fetid, putrescence,

a pulsing malignant mass festering

within

gnawing on the marrow of life.



Over night,

sweet water froze

into black glass,

hazy mirror revealing nothing more

than a little lost id and empty skies.



This I've seen before in dreams

or nightmares,

either way it's still a winter wasteland

where northern jet streams blow desolation further west.



Here I walk barefoot,

forgetting numb,

leaving smudged prints of my life

closely followed by a reflection I don't want to recognize.