unending void (a poem)

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this unending void within
nothing fills it
it lacks connection
there is a sordid numbness
that stays and travels along
that doesn’t allow me to breathe fully

i attempt to fill this lacuna
with everyday talks
with the voice from the radio
with the irrelevant conversations
with the absent invisible human images
without any warmth in my words
without empathy, or emotion

i walk expressionless
as i look at the meaninglessness
of my banal existence

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