Emptiness Poetry 소설 & 이야기

I just mumble back to him. I'm not sure how long after he left I woke up fully, but the side he sleeps in is cold, so he must have left hours ago. Turning, I see the paper on the bed. I smile and reach for it. Turning it over, my eyes widen. The sketch shows a person with the centre of their body hollowed out and empty. There's no longer a heart there. I read the poem. Hollowed out Empty within Nothing lingers Nothing lives Cold spreads quickly

The nexus’s heartbeat was silent, replaced by a low, hollow drone that seemed to echo from within Jessica herself, her hollowness vibrating in response. The path ended abruptly, opening into a boundless expanse, not a chamber but a nothingness, the black star a gaping maw at its center. No loom stood, only a swirling vortex of shadow, its threads invisible yet palpable, weaving a tapestry that wasn’t seen but felt—a crushing emptiness that stripped away hope, memory, love. The drone became a voice, not a chorus but a singular, hollow tone: “Jessica, heart of the nexus, enter the void and be unmade.”

🌟 Breathing life into Part 57—the chapter where silence becomes something Yam begins to map. Inspired by Franc’s completed canvas and the quiet power of gold, Yam turns to poetry. Not just as expression, but excavation. Each poem traces a moment when silence broke into something new—messy, beautiful, real. These aren’t just verses. They’re cartography. Yam sat with five blank pages. Each one titled only by memory. – “The first time he didn’t leave.”

My heart ached with injustice, the weight of expectation pressing down on me until breathing became difficult. It was all alone, and it was inadmissible. Loneliness gnawed at me like a ravenous beast, eating bit by bit into the little sanity left until there was nothing left but a hollow shell of a person that once was me. The silence was so pure, filling every block with its oppression, far too heavy and enclosing every single atom in the covering of the dead sound. There was nowhere to run from it, nothing—but miles and miles of the endless void of nothingness that stretched on.

The stars twinkled overhead, a myriad of distant lights suspended in the darkness, but their brilliance did little to pierce the veil of emptiness that enveloped me. I wasn't sad, not in the conventional sense at least, but neither was I happy. Instead, I was consumed by a profound sense of emptiness, a void that seemed to stretch on endlessly within the depths of my soul. It was a feeling that defied explanation, a gnawing sense of disconnection from the world around me.

(sukoon pov) As I step into the room, a heavy sadness descends upon me like a suffocating blanket. The air feels thick and stagnant, as if it holds the weight of unshed tears and lingering despair. The once vibrant colours of the surroundings have faded, drained of their life and vitality. Shadows dance in the dimly lit space, casting elongated figures that mirror the desolation within.

Edwin got so tired of me asking him to work that he just started hanging out and playing cards while supposedly working. His paycheck? It was exactly 1,200 dollars, the same amount I gave his mom for her expenses. Hence, she could not help Mandy anymore. Mandy was fed up. Her husband was a gambler and offered no help at all, and she was expecting another baby. They really needed the extra 1,050 dollars each month, and without it, they were struggling. When her husband did not win any money, he would take it out on her.

I'm not sure why, but it hurts like hell that he has such an impact on me. It's as if there's nothing there. A gloomy emptiness. A never-ending dark void that eats everything, leaving you with no sensations. Empty. Nothing can quell the emptiness of your hollow spirit, which lurks in the shadows, away from any other human life because it can't stand to pretend that everything is well.

The emptiness within me mirrored the emptiness of the space that surrounded me, a void that seemed to stretch infinitely. Desperation seeped into my veins, like a poison slowly consuming my spirit. I was adrift in a sea of unfulfilled longing, my heart yearning for a connection that remained stubbornly out of reach. With each passing day, my hopelessness grew, entwining itself within the fabric of my being until it became an inseparable part of me.

|Author Pov| ..*..*..*.. As Aurora stepped through her home, a heavy sense of emptiness enveloped her. The air seemed to carry the weight of memories, each corner echoing with the absence of her mother. Her eyes, filled with a mixture of sorrow wandered across the familiar hall. Every nook and cranny held a story, a fragment of a life that seemed to have faded away. It felt like dead as if it lost its shine. She gazed into the vacant space where her mother had lived till now, The door of that room stood ajar, revealing an emptiness that echoed louder.