The end of all things
Begins with yet another
Another not like any other
But still the same
Still devoid of everything
Everything in it’s nothingness
Nothing isn’t a something
But yet still remains
This offered gift strangely unfulfilling
Unfulfilled in it’s completion
Yet full of the emptiness it contains
Such a gentle and yet persistent paradox; the sense of something that exists within nothingness. Lovely.
“Yet full of the emptiness it contains” You knock the reader with that line, awesome!
I like the contradictions in this work – “Another not like any other But still the same” & even the title – “empty fulfillment!” I don’t know what the “offered gift” is in the last stanza. Maybe make that more clear to the reader?