death

Juan Miguel Torres

i feel a creeping void
an unfilled part of me
being occupied
by a hollow nothingness.
a solitary movement
something barren
crawls up my legs
mesmerizing my nerves.
alone
i sense my death
my life has vanished
bare
without me.
deprived
destitute
i reach out
For my last breath
i yearn
but then
my life without me cries
how fruitless
how vain