black holes
In the middle of a hectic day
I was sitting listening to sounds
water dripping
sun burning skins
coffee machines
cars being driven
people talking walking screaming
inside of it all was a voice
screaming to be destroyed
earth was pleading for those who care enough
to stop it from being
a meaningless end to a meaningless being
without a purpose earth became hollow
inside the empty space growing
a sound of nothingness grows
the sound of headaches
make me disappear
so no one would ever remember
I was once here
racha chafik
Sun 19th Aug 2018 16:13
thank you keith for always commenting on my poems i appreciate it