Words, Me, and Emptiness

by Cesar Biojo

no matter how many books i buy,
how many pages i devour,
how many words i swallow,
how many rhymed verses i write
and my own books i create,
the emptiness inside me
never abates—
it only rages and storms
louder and harder
every time a book fills me
with knowledge, passion and inspiration;
it proves to me how tragically insignificant
i am.

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