What is there to write,
Nothing that would expand the expanse of the human soul,
Nothing to fill that void that is devouring me and pulling me under,
Nothing to quench away that gnawing hunger,
Who am I?

A broken hourglass missing time?
A Lego missing a piece?
A something?
A nothing?
A person without a box?

I am sadness,
I am sorrow,
I am tears filling an unfillable void,
I am a soul bleeding from my perpetual un-ness,

I am fading,
I am death,
I am survival with nothing left,

I am in unexpanded expanse,
I am devoured and quenched by what is the human mess,

I am nothing and nothing less.