Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Truth

Something as elusive as a shadow
Something as quick as a thought
As sharp as a razor
As deep as the black of night
Emptiness devours
Darkness descends
How quick
So very quick
Yet so long
So very, very long
In the making
Empty
So empty
Pretty rough
Like a bearing 
Without it's grease
It will cease to function
It will fail