Lost in the Void
Adrift without anchor, slipping through a silence
that refuses even the comfort of its own echo,
Suspended in an endless gulf where gravity and memory have both let go,
Every sound I send out is eaten by the dark, not even a ghost’s return,
A pulse of hunger for connection—starved, ignored, left to burn.No up or down,
just the absence of place, the erasure of lines once drawn in chalk,
No ground to hold me, no sky to reach for,
only distance that will not talk.Calling out, I feel my voice flatten, vanish,
drowned by cosmic indifference,
Reduced to an afterthought, to a ripple swallowed in the perfect absence of
deliverance.There is nothing left but me,
my bones ringing hollow in black expanse,
My own heartbeat feels alien,
a metronome trapped in a trance.The edges of myself dissolve, boundaryless,
impossible to defend—The isolation spins infinite,
a stillness where beginnings blend with end.
No voices answer, no beacon lights survive,
Drifting in a world unmade, too numb to feel alive.Each thought a spiral,
descending, a slow hypnotic tide,
Washing over reason, devouring hope,
until nothing is left inside.Just the taste of fear—bitter, metallic,
always present—A slow corrosion of will in a vacuum that’s ceaseless,
omnipresent.I reach for solidity, for some surface or wall,
But it’s just empty ache, no echo, no fall.Even time loses its grip,
with seconds that drag, distend,
Haunted by memories that slip through my fingers, impossible to mend.
Alone, unmoored, with shadows for company,
The past replays in fragments, a fading symphony.Whispers seep in,
but all of them mine—Old arguments, regrets,
every fear I designed.No other soul drifts near, no witness to this descent,
Every cry I unleash is just silence’s lament.My mind turns in circles,
echo chasing echo,
The vacuum thickens until I am nothing but shadow.I scream—shredded by dark,
swallowed whole—A glimmer extinguished, a hunger for control.Is anyone out there,
will anyone care?Or am I fated to wander, erased, stripped bare?
Even madness can’t live here—It’s a graveyard of dreams,
too vacant for fear.Every memory corrodes, every fragment decays,
Only shadows remain, and the endless malaise.I claw at the silence,
try to claim my own name,
But it slips through my fingers like ash, like shame.I search for a meaning,
a break in the black,
But the void just answers by swallowing back.No home, no tether,
just a shroud of unrest—A world overthrown, my soul left unblessed.
And if I should fall, become less than a thought,
Would anyone notice the echo I wrought?Or am I condemned to flicker, wane,
and becomeA ghost in the vacuum
where shadows hum?Each hope I once nursed drifts farther from view,
While the dark knits around me—merciless, true.Lost in the void, I remain,
unseen and unknown,
Where silence is king and I wander alone.If faith still exists,
it’s a myth for the lost,
A voice that’s imagined—no matter the cost.In this infinite nothing, I am absence,
erased—Just a shadow that lingers where no one is traced.
If a voice ever calls, it will never find home,
I am lost in the void, where the shadows hum,
If a voice ever calls, it will never find home,
I am lost in the void where emptiness roams,
No hands to remember, no lips left to name,
Only the hush of erasure—forever the same.Not a sigh, not a heartbeat,
just infinite sprawl,
Where even the ghosts have forgotten it all.And when all that I am is unmade
and unspoken,
What’s left is the hunger of silence unbroken.Not softer than ash,
not quieter than stone—Just a darkness that eats what it claims for its own.Here,
oblivion grins, its appetite vast,
Swallowing futures and swallowing past.No echo survives,
no memory grown—I am lost in the void, and the void is alone.
Nothing answers. Nothing mourns.I vanish in darkness, all boundaries torn.No trace,
no marker, no flesh, no tone—Lost in the void, I become the unknown.