SOMETIMES

Sometimes
There is just the emptiness
The relentless weight of nothingness
That rises from within
Cracks the fragile shell
And meets it's like 
Which occupies all the cosmos 
From darkness to darkness to infinity
​​​​​And sometimes
There is just the silence
The terrible deafening silence
That screams it's lonely agony
Out into the pointlessness
Which engulfs the desolate space
From which all things begin
And all things aspire to
And all things end.
Marion Price
(2019)