What can I say when the lights go out -
pitch black.
I stumble into the mud,
the underworld.
Blindness
deeper than despair.
The urge
to have it all be over.
No voice.
No face.
No breath.
No body.
Heartbeat?
An empty battery
on repeat -
tick, tock.
Knock, knock.
Who’s there?
My self vanishes into thin air,
just like that.
Never born.
Never died.
And yet
a part of me
keeps going through the motions.
A stranger on this earth,
coming from an outer plane -
invisible to mortals.
Bloody feet.
Blistered hands.
Calluses on my forehead.
Primordial cortex
on autopilot.
Bruised
Rolling the boulder upward
over and over -
Forever cursed.
Soul lost on the Milky Way.
© Ute Luppertz 2026
Ute, your work always hits home for me. There is a beautiful absurdity to life that we can never truly wrap our heads around.
Very strong imagery - I recently learned about Sisyphus and the boulder <3