Angele Toomey Poetry

The way I am
My body is hollow
your voice
echoes, painfully bouncing
off ribs and sinews.
I am here and far away,
A wisp of memory
Living in this moment.

My body is hollow.
Your light
shines, endlessly, aimlessly.
Absored by the darkness.
The density of space
Is crushing me 
from within.

A shell of my former self,
a barnacle grown fat
carried on 
the sort of tides that don't 
hold back the ebbing of time
Disconnected, 
my hollowness rings true.