Die Empty

Do I want to write a book
before I go away?
for that book
will die inside me…
but who cares really
for what I have to say?

It’s the map of
my brain synapses
of what was framed
in those spaces
before response
after stimulus
-somewhere in between
incoherence
and action
to make sense of life
it just had to be done

I know now
there’s no going back
to reframe or rewrite
then why bother
with painting transience
or a fading tail light

I might as well go
easy into the night
Die empty
feeling light…

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Prompt line chosen

“Go on, get out! Last words are for fools who haven’t said enough.” Karl Marx

at dVerse Poetics

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