“Echoes of Nothing

I have nothing to write about,

No thoughts, no missed emotions.

Could sense fire burn —

It's all in my imagination.

My chest is hollow but never aching,

Like pain forgot where I live.

Tears don't come, not even faking,

There's nothing left to give.

Dreams blur into gray,

Time passes without a sound.

I whisper to the void each day,

But silence is all I've found—

Just floating, not lost, not found.