Sunday, March 29, 2026

Blind to Empathy

In an emptiness of my soul's vacuum
Knowing no further than of my sight
Being blind to empathy, alive to pain
My mind was death, a cluttered tomb
In the cosmos, thoughts were a blight
Regardless of effort my flaws remain
Flesh is my outer being, as a costume
Here will my soul await for the fight
Behind me, paths of loss bloom