Anonymous.

It's empty
And echoes
In every space. It feels like vanity
Yet i realize it's dignity
In the hollows
Of my thoracic cavity.

It's empty
And resounding
It keeps clanging. What atrocity!
Seems to test my sanity
By continually ringing
In my aural cavity.

It's empty
And indescribable
Yet i feel it in the core of my humanity
I could liken it to the consciousness of nudity
It's deservingly laudable
I feel it in my abdominal cavity.

It's empty
And strange
I can't commend its brevity
It's more inclined to longevity
Profound with age
I don't know what it is, I seek clarity.