Emptiness


It was the likely mysterious feeling
something hard to evade
the thoughts were tangled
causing my voice to fade.
The happenings were strange,
strange to be known
a still darkness daunting me
amidst the crowd.
Zillion ifs and buts
grating the inner ecstasy
it were not the outer voices
prevailing my mind,
but the little emptiness
vexatious this time
renowned for stillness,
noisy like a dime.

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