There is a centerless void
Hidden under the navel
To which we are forever pulled
In search of __________

                Unending  spi­ral
                Unnerving spiral

This famished vortex
has swallowed them whole
Self; Soul and Meaning

Oh distasteful Charybdis!
I beg you to *****
                      *****
                      *****
                      *****
Me

If you were to squeeze a poem
Love would likely ooze

To say the least, perplexing.
one would think it’s all been said

The scent of skin
The taste of dusk

All tarnished by ink

But talk to me of squalor
Weeping dirt under our nails

And you still will fail to impress
Yet that’s never been the point

If when I say “I don’t know who I am”
Even the I’s differ from one another

It is, in fact, not how you say it, but what you say

And will always be so

He wondered when his life was to begin
He wished he didn’t

Every day is its own life
That get’s swept away by night

“This is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object.” said the Joker.

What a beautiful way to describe the irredeemable passage of time.
Yes, Death kindly awaits for us.