Emptiness

I have no value, no meaning. 

My life is a rumor, just a myth. 

Thinking, contemplating, 

my utterly useless breath. 

This body, mind and dead soul. 

Fallen, ice cold, drifting pointless. 

Impact without a sound or tremor, 

 no shock wave, no hole. 

Dreams, hope and laughter. 

The stuff of smoke and mirrors. 

Comic delusions of a life. 

The trap of consumer hell. 

Everything a new addiction. 

I? in upper case. No never. 

Lower, that dust on a rock. 

Sticky gum, on the sole of a shoe, 

an irritation, disgusting mess. 

 i, am nothing but bills. 

Old wives tail, in an archive. 

Just a number, on a debtor list. 

Toe tag and lot reference. 

Obituaries of men, 

that never lived.

Author's Note

The abyss of worthlessness.

Reviews

[Trigorin]

Not bad. Don't forget you don't have to cap every line. Some of your word choice is a little odd at first glance, but on the most part there's nothing glaringly unusual. Good use of imagery, and overall, this is very focused. Good work.

[Patrick O'Neil]

Thank you for positive feedback.

[MoonLogic]

Bit depressing but very well put. I like the third verse the best; mixture of societal critique with personal growth (or the lack of it?). Thanks, will read it again when in the right mood ;-).

[Patrick O'Neil]

Thank you much appreciated.