As thin as a whisper of paper,
Or a drop lost in the ocean’s embrace,
As light as a feather’s caress,
Or a grain in the vastness of sand.
A morsel of sustenance
In a cavernous vessel,
It dreams of the shrinking confines,
Yearning to vanish away.
Ever shrinking, ever fading,
Hoping for sweet dissolution,
But the vessel stands resolute,
Trapping decay in its grasp.
A soul, so minuscule,
In the boundless expanse of a frame,
Longing to be nothing,
To dissolve in the endless unknown.