An inexplicable boredom
A wordless silence
Washes over me
When you leave
It takes vibrancy from the sky
Leaving it a flavorless silver
No. Silver shines.
Grey. That is what I see with my eye
The lust for food is vacant
Now sustenance at best
It's flavorless anyway
I can hear every footstep
Every heart beat
I can even hear the buzz of this world
High of pitch and constant.
What I can't hear is an answer.
A simple question is easy, true
But an answer?
Taken. Like the shine of blue
On the tip of my tongue
But I taste nothing
Just in front of me
But I'm too slow to catch it
Is this because you're gone?
Or is this who I am when you're not here?
Was this always me?
I can't remember, or maybe never knew.
About the Creator
Vicious Avarice
The ramblings of a man obsessed with fate. Poetry, quotes, and inspiration. I am a published author who rides the beast of imagination. A storyteller. Check out my children’s book “The Christmas Monster” on Amazon or wherever books are sold
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