The Weight of Emptiness

All carved from a single block of stone

dripped a mix of flour, blood, and tears

as viewers, we might be disturbed by a sculpture like this

like a monster resembling the rotor blades of a helicopter

leaving scars behind, deep engraved in the cold material

after facing the poison of his heavy soul

nobody knew, if he, the creator, was a craftsman or an artist

but questions arose about the weight of his emptiness

as physics couldn’t explain the weight of his burden

all too heavy for reality, made of stone

beyond the exchange of slaps between three people

where the logic and law of the real world did not exist

the craftsman, the artist, and the evil fought

and here and there the stone tore, revelling more of its conflicts

the evil won the fight at last, out of his mind, hopeless, frightening

the viewer was left behind in shock, with a crippled sculpture

vandalised over time, not countable in days

then an desperately wanted explosion occured from the stone’s inside

shattering the sculpture into pieces and with it the evil

only leaving behind...

…a fragile sprout, and a raindrop of hope