A body with a hollow soul,
A life steeped deep in sorrow’s bowl.
None beside me none to see,
And even I feared to look at me.
Riddles of life, all tangled tight,
Threads unending, lost to sight.
I walked on paths I ne’er had known,
In search of good or perhaps my own.
Who knows the way? Who marks the shore?
Like the sea, I move forevermore.
Who am I? What am I for?
A whisper lost in time’s faint roar.
And still I ponder, soft, in fright
Is this the world, or dream of night?
For still I dwell in twisted thread,
Each strand a noose around what’s left
Of me.
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 4:27 AM UTC
A body with a hollow soul,
A life steeped deep in sorrow’s bowl.
None beside me none to see,
And even I feared to look at me.
Riddles of life, all tangled tight,
Threads unending, lost to sight.
I walked on paths I ne’er had known,
In search of good or perhaps my own.
Who knows the way? Who marks the shore?
Like the sea, I move forevermore.
Who am I? What am I for?
A whisper lost in time’s faint roar.
And still I ponder, soft, in fright
Is this the world, or dream of night?
For still I dwell in twisted thread,
Each strand a noose around what’s left
Of me.
From the void, softly speaking
