An Enduring Crack…

An enormous hole will reside an extensive verve,

Befall cavernous through the passing of ageless time,

Fulfill the vacant legroom with infinitive resonances,

Trepid the completeness and mounts life has to offer,

Suck the breathes out of the misfortunate existence that surpass its malevolence way,

Nevertheless, it doesn’t matter how massive it may be as it has no essence nor a core to feel with; it’s vacant of passion.     

Nothing compares to voiceless twilights unaided,

Acquiring an insensible reality,

Exhaling air with the lack of aspiration to inhale once more,

Knowing that not a soul would catch you if you fall,

Having a fissure deepening each trice in your spirit,

once compassion is injured, there is no medicine in the universe capable of  mending it,

It’s wounded; wounded eternally;

                                                      It’s loneliness.