darkness rumbles in distant realms.
inner ear hears mountains moans.
taking steps on trampoline floor,
shaking when the wind shifts core.
thrown to the abyss against my wish…
…these walls have been carved before
their messages clear and clearly old,
alone I fall amongst long lost,
my screams only heard by sediment;
it crumbles in my turbulent wake,
but all I feel is my own cold breath,
exhaling gales in earth-scoring notes,
writing my story read by none,
except the stars when entropy wins,
when all returns to nothingness.
why does life matter?
I ask whom exactly?
no answer comes back.
all is black.
~ Emily C.