How can you love what isn’t there?

So abundant and plentiful,

that not a soul can share.

 

A parasite, growing

at unstoppable rates

in the depth of a wall

where nothing penetrates.

 

Barren abyss

Echoes fall on deaf ears.

They lay beneath soil,

swallowing tears.

 

The worst kind of sentence is serving a season.

When all that was wanted

remains solely the Reason.