cavernous

just a short poem on sadness

Now, I know that I’m made up

of flesh and blood and bone

on my insides

but when I get like this

so impossibly alone

but I cant help but feel

like i’m cavernous on my insides

like where my lungs should be,

there’s just empty space

and when I try to speak

my words get all lost in the echos

as the sound tries to travel through

the vast nothingness

that resides

where my heart

ought to be

and I’m lying on the floor

waiting for some kind of relief

from the emptiness that's eating my soul

and i know

I'm being stupid

that if i went to the hospital

and asked them to split me open

logically

they’d see a pair of lungs

and a beating heart

but

I cant help but feel like

instead

there’d just be a black void