Emptiness takes and takes

Until I am spare,

In the ruins of apathy

Of sickness, of denial    

–

It gives back after days,

Beyond the radius of wrath

When the sharp loss dulls

And leaves a pale scar

–

It gives back when I’m leveled

And beyond recognition,

Beyond the blast, beyond the shock

Beyond the reach of inferno

–

The haunted heart of stillness

Provides for open arms,

Held out in surrender,

When the will to rage is snuffed