void

STOIC

There is nothing,
short of absence

flocked as well in chasm as expanse;
deplete of all and nourishment
in trance with echoed dance,
which,
farmed as wealth for plunder
wears a cold and faceless frieze;

as lingering and as formless,
it, bequeathed in whole disease
whilst bounded by detachment
mirrored, stale
and faint,
and seized

as broken hearts denied repair
to leak, unprized, uneased

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 19 December 2020

SILENCE

Silence

And I am left speechless enough to know that words cannot fill a void like silence.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 8 March, 2017

UNTITLED (HAIKU)

I have lost myself:
too many words left to write
My void grows timeless

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 12 May, 2016