by Pabasara Jayakody


There is something in nothingness

And nothing in everything

How does it feel to be hollow inside?

To feel nothing in everything

To feel the lack of something beneath

To be void of emotions?


Is it a gift or curse to feel nothing at all?

It’s a gift when you’re going through hell

And a curse when you’re in heaven

But when sadness used to be comfort

Than the laugh you let out?


Promises meant to be broken

For whoever thought we would be here?

Here where everything is hollow

And I’m just a human on autopilot

A human corpse


It’s the way I can’t fathom

why I can’t see light at the end of the tunnel

And I’m drowning.

It’s the ocean and I’ve only learned to swim

in a swimming pool.