Untold story of an aching soul deserted to the void

I am sliding -in and out

of a wrecked lighthouse

stuck in the waved sea walls 

stranded

wondering

if I swim across the other side

if I wipe the foam of my mouth

could I touch the stars?

The raging emptiness crashes against the boulder

caresses it with a sharp thunder

there's nothing there

I talk to the rocks

pour my spirit in the air

my tongue touches the salt,

consumes all the years and all the needles

the dull blades piercing the gelid skin

corroding, biting, numbing, 

I lost my teeth some time ago

there's nothing there

I walk through my loneliness like I'm on fire

trying to clean the carpet,

vacuum the shattered remains of the building

collapsed in my laps.

Look at my hands,
the stars are turned to dust

I gaze at the sky

there's nothing there

only absense

I keep falling from trees,
floating amongst the dead leaves

reading unfinished story endings

resisting the exit

I don't want to dive in the darkness of the sea

I don’t know how to stop the lashing

I don't want to write the ending

I go back to the ashes,

my foundations

I go back to the waves
the absense, again

A never ending gasp for air.