I realised that I have a voice, and therefore can read what I write aloud. Here are three poems that I have recorded so far.
I hope they haven’t been too unbearable, I plan on posting more pretty regularly. They will get better I promise.
Conversations With Nothing
"You are soulless, just skin and bones.
You care for absolutely nothing at all.”
I heard the ghost whisper from the mirror,
behind my neck, before my face;
it surrounded me and became the response
that could never quite leave my tongue.
"I care for everything, you stare too deeply.
You stare blindly, you stare right through me.”
The walls resounded with words desperate -
emanating without source, reflecting
without end. Transience tidal in volume,
rising and falling against my form.
(Where have you gone? Where have we gone?
Where do we reside, when there is nothing within?)
Falling into repetitious whispers, lost between souls,
echoing outward, never returning. Structures fell
within; patient collapse, crushing quietly. To escape
this body and leave it to ruin - I yearned; unrequited.