Ambivalence is a peculiar thing. It hovers in the space where nothingness can either be liberating or consuming. Much like infinity – where endless possibilities coexist with existential dread – this space can be as full as it is empty, as freeing as it is suffocating. Hollow explores the place where absence becomes a defining force of detachment. Through animated poetry, the silence speaks, and the void hums.
Hollow
Just a shell of a man
With no passion to live,
No deeds to be praised or sins to forgive.
With dreams that are empty,
None to be fulfilled,
No lessons to learn or values to instill.
Bereft of all conscience,
No soul to be sold,
No concepts of evil
Or integrity to uphold.
He’s void of a sense
Of what’s wrong or what’s right,
Deprived of all will
And a reason to fight.
The shackles of indifference
To which he is bound,
Leave a verse without words,
A voice without sound.
A mind full of thoughts
With a heart that won’t follow,
Leaves a spirit that’s empty.
He’s nothing but hollow.
