He walks beside his shadow pacing it with his weary stride,
every step takes him that farther away from the deep crater,
all that is left behind of that meteor that crashed into his life,
a shock wave that he saw first and that hit him much later,
blowing down his defenses like they were a wall of paper cards,
caught in the path of a marauding tidal wave, angry and quick,
leaving him vulnerable as the soft oyster’s inside sans any guards,
an empty space sans life, a black hole where his heart used to kick,
a numbness inside that spreads like the cold of a winter morning,
all consuming in it’s strength, a relief from the pain of the impact,
freezing up the well of tears that gushes from eyes hot and burning,
creating a frozen being inside a living shell, matter out of abstract.
his only sane thought, a bolt of lightning flashing in the dark night,
is to find a place to hide, a sanctum that protects, a mother’s womb,
however, there is no respite from the freeze inside, no end in sight,
as he drops to the dust, a body without a soul, a empty shell, a tomb.
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