Lose

caught in darkness nigh on death
solitary slumbering in utter blackness
emptiness, a void
dancing on the edge of falling
crying out a single word
echoes of a departed soul
all of this and nothing, but everything and something
what to do with all i have
and all i've had to lose

another thing, an amoeba
a lifelike semblance of culture
single-celled, inorganic, manufactured
round, around it goes
this thing, to remain in motion
feeds, feeds, continually gorging itself
on others' emotions
 

(c) 2013