Emptiness
My soul was made in emptiness
To cater to a steely heart
That pounded to a wailing world -
How end it when I know no start?
My sorrows are like blindest night
On which the dawnlight never glows,
No light to praise or welcome fate
Or radiate on sweet repose.
I pray, and who will answer me;
What blights the petals of my heart?
Send back this soul to emptiness -
Why, stubborn soul, it will not part!
Now the nights are starless, black,
Ah see, an open-mouthed sky;
My world is going down, I know,
My stubborn soul won’t tell me why
Why must this creaking body live;
Why must I live when all are gone?
A ramshackle of withered bone
Condemned to life -live on, live on...
Carl Muller
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