Triad Magazine

A Hillsborough Community College Student Publication since 1978.


~ Stephanie Marquez

Nothing matters now,
That I am so damn empty.
My heart is replaced,

With a wide black hole,
That appeared without a trace,
(Aside from your touch.)
How can I write now?
My mind is a jumbled mess,
Tainted by my nerves;

I am an awful,
Mess. Over-thinking my life,
Like I regret it.
I feel so cold,
From the emptiness which digs
Deep within my soul.

And I realize,
Why in The Raven, Poe kept
Saying: “Nevermore.”
I want you gone now.
Yes, I finally said it.
You are unwanted.

I speak for myself,
Breathing a sigh of relief,
Once again alive.

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