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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