A Voided Day

In this hollow moment

I fall down into something

that is nothing

and all around looks the same.

The lifeless past has settled

in my vacant cells

and there are no tickets left for a ride

for tomorrow.

A colorless vacuum surrounds me

and hums a muted song.

I wish to see a speck

ignite in plainness, a pin

pierce through numbness,

blossoms of jasmine burst in blankness.

But I suffocate in the emptiness,

beg to return through the tunnel

and feel the veil

wipe away this face.

Maria Elena B. Mahler

Copyright 2012