As I say goodbye to myself,
inside of me I'm hiding.
A portrait of my wall,
made of the strongest metal.
The smells of rust and condensation
sink into my nostrils.
The haunting of the past and future,
escape through many thoughts of insecurities.
This void is full yet empty,
and may never be fulfilled.
Heads explode and minds are blown,
but I will stay intact.
For I am the impenetrable wall.
The constitution of my life.
A hole of never ending thoughts.
I have cracks beneath my surface,
yet I remain stable.
Scream off the top of a mountain,
be free and prosper.
For the bottomless hole does have an ending.
It releases back into the earth,
of speckled dust and breath.
It goes back to where it manifested,
as only an experience,
not reality.