Cipher

 Theres something bottomless internal

I'd deposit it in a coffer,

wrapping it up in
gleaming festive paper..


tied off with a bow..




I'd give this too you



This nothing.






I'd like to say

I care
I discern
I think

but really


there is nothing..





Just this


complacent austerity




memories unhonored

washed out words


And
the knowing
that emotion is an ability

not all have.




Nothing comes

from windowless rooms..


you bring it out
with you


like it's always been there..

It fits rather nicely



It comes with great loss


and brief moments


of love that once was..




abhorrence
damage
anger

all become nothing..




You watch the world move on

People existing

laughing

dreaming

and crying

But
still there is nothing..





Just you
the silence

and something bottomless internal.