The earth beneath my feet,
A chasm so vast,
Full of emptiness
Invites me for an embrace
And I clung
Too tightly
To the echoes of the past,
As I traverse the realms of time
But I leave the doors of my heart
Wide open
As days filled with silence pass
While hope flickers softly
Within the emptiness
Resides possibilities
Of this void being filled
Of these wounds being healed
So if I die, for we all must,
Engrave these upon my stone;
A symbol of a life lived,
Into where only whispers exist
© Kanu Ekpezu