What can I say when the lights go out -
pitch black.
I stumble into the mud,
the underworld.
Blindness
deeper than despair.
The urge
to have it all be over.
No voice.
No face.
No breath.
No body.
Heartbeat?
An empty battery
on repeat -
tick, tock.
Knock, knock.
Who’s there?
My self vanishes into thin air,
just like that.
Never born.
Never died.
And yet
a part of me
keeps going through the motions.
A stranger on this earth,
coming from an outer plane -
invisible to mortals.
Bloody feet.
Blistered hands.
Calluses on my forehead.
Primordial cortex
on autopilot.
Bruised
Rolling the boulder upward
over and over -
Forever cursed.
Soul lost on the Milky Way.
© Ute Luppertz 2026
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Ute Luppertz ✨
Seeker of Mysteries - Poet - Animal Lover - Wisdom Keeper 🌿
https://uteluppertz.substack.com/
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