Eternal Sunset, Empty Eyeballs

The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.”
― Fernando Pessoa

So empty these eyeballs I see

Dry of imaginations mysteries

Do they feel what I feel?

Plain truth lives deceits

Audience do they seek in me

To witness some silent speech

Far off can they heave?

Into vastness of eternities

Empty eyeballs

Eyeballs emptied

I'm Nobody, Who are you?

I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there's a pair of us?
Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know!
― Emily Dickinson

I'm nobody

inside something's burning, maybe

it's my rage, swelled with no outlet

it dances, round and round it goes 

never halts, no one's to stop

where it will go

how it will leave 

nobody knows, not me.

I'm nobody

there's a voice that seeks  medium 

expand and diffuse in natural ways

but I scream so quietly, a hush 

echoes within, rises, simmers

where this all will fly 

how this all will settle down

nobody knows, not me.

I'm nobody 

there's a crave to punch so hard 

fight till last, till this beating heart

leave a mark, a scar, all to see

carrying the sky in my fist

where to discharge 

how to know, to be sure

nobody knows, not me. 

what you perceive of this world of mine 

what you equate between you and me

I keep searching, it goes wide

but what I'm searching

where I'm searching

how can anybody know but me

is it everybody's tale

I'm nobody..