ORBIT

“And every occasion when a mask was torn off, an ideal broken, was preceded by this hateful vacancy and stillness, this deathly constriction and loneliness and unrelatedness, this waste and empty hell of lovelenessness and despair, such as I had now.” - Hermann Hesse
 
Magpie Tales has provided a photo prompt for this week’s creative challenge. Here is my contribution:
 
Orbit
 
Bare walls and empty rooms
Resound with the redundancy
Of the echoes of your thoughts.
 
Cold nights and winter gardens
Engulf the shuffle of your footsteps
Treading the same paths.
 
Impassive moon, the stars cold, indifferent
Gaze emptily on your well-worn orbit
Eclipsing constantly an ever elusive,
Never glimpsed at sun.