The Blank Tombstone

 

Vilhelm Hammershøi,

What do you do

when all you know

when all you’ve been told

in every word, every touch, every look

you have gotten

is how good for nothing you are?

 

Fight? Scream? Prove the world wrong?

I am struggling with that

in my head.

 

I never look up anymore.

 

I think that when I die

my tombstone

will be

blank.