I Dug A Hole On The Floor, Poem by A.R. Brixton

I dug a hole on the floor,
Just to find that there
Was nothing underneath the
Ground I stepped on.

I leaped at the ceiling
Just to find that there
Was nothing above
The sky I saw.

I broke through the walls
Just to find that there
Was nothing next to
The room I called my own.

When there was no more
place to go, no more barriers to break:

I stripped down to the bone,
By patiently ripping the skin
And tearing the muscle,
Just to find that there
Was nothing, no soul
Inside this body I owned.