emptiness

something i found in one of my old notebooks

I sigh, but it is only wind,
I moan and the air vibrates,
Without interpretation
Without confrontation.
I write in ink unseen
To an audience that floats
In the cavern of my mind.
Screaming through the streets,
No one hears
For my mouth is closed,
And my face is still,
I bleed, but no one stares
For no blood stains.
I reach out and touch no one
And touch many
Who do not feel.

It takes but one
to break the spell
and emancipate existence
from the chains of hell.