Weightless. A poem.

The core of being
Scooped out
Like ice cream
Left to melt it seems
On the kitchen side
Sugary, sticky residue
The uncomfortable remains
Of purpose and memory
Just a smear

A hollow shell
A phantom
Walking halls
Sandwiched covers on
A pageless memoir
A fiction without meaning
Without character
Revealing all and nothing
Left in between

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Published by stevestillstanding

I’m a writer who loves tabletop role playing games, poetry and (you guessed it) writing. Occasionally I have something to say...

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