Last night, I felt “empty,” hollow, confused,
Yet deep inside, I knew—there’s more to lose.
Fragility, the “empty” weight of despair,
Something broken, yet still hanging there.
This morning, an “mpty”—space in the world,
Something felt shifted, though nothing occurred.
The silence grew louder. The void alone sang
to a hollow in the soul where “mpty”—ness hangs.
This afternoon, I felt “ mpt ” —the world decays,
A piece of me lost, yet the pain still stays.
So much I’ve surrendered, and yet it remains,
The “ mpt ” —constant in sad refrains.
This evening leaves me “m t ”—a hollowing sound,
Each part of me fading, no tether, no ground.
Do I dare wonder what more can be gone?
The fear of “ m t ” —tomorrows keeps pressing on.
For what lies ahead? A blank, nameless dread.
“ ” —a space where even words have fled.
I fear the unraveling, the weight of the fall,
In this “ ” —silence, is there hope at all?
WoPoLi 
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