Poem for no-one

This is a nothing poem,
A nobody verse,
There's no-one known,
There's nothing worse,
No sigh more alone,
Than a corpse in a hearse,
Than an unanswered phone,
In the home of the cursed,
An echoing drone,
In search of reverse,

The poem of a dead man
The knowing of his dead-pan plan.
Like the sonar of a bat like man,
Feeling his way,
Through the echo of the ricochet.

HELLO, hello, hello,
Is there anybody out there?
Just scream,
If,
You,
Can,
Hear,
Me.

The poem of a dead poet
Who's  a dead man,
But,
Doesn't,
Yet,
Know it.