Empty

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There is a shadow

that lives inside an echo

that crawls along the walls of a deserted home.

It sleeps in the body of the one within

hovering about her soulless eyes

It follows her wasting breath

As it rises and falls

Flattened to earth

Naked, wasting.

In daytime, it creeps into her thoughts

She sees things that are not,

She hears words unspoken.

And she wastes alone

As time passes by

folding dusk over dawn

Till her eyes close

Waking, waiting, wasting

In cycles that blur

Till her mind is bent grotesque

Unknown to this lost soul

Not until she is saved,

drawn out

strung out,

and hung out

Does she lose the madness that had become her.

Osundolire Ifelanwa