The void

 

That void pops into existence,

When a face you've seen

so much more than your own,

is no longer a place

you can call home,

Gone

and you are alone.

It sucks the colour from the sky.

Makes youfeel  lifeless inside, 

and outside you just walk

through the grey

aftermath of tears cried.

 

It can feel like you are voiceless,

choiceless, walking

the path of destructive noises

torturously taunting

until your belly is full;

not of butterflies,

giving those new love highs,

but with wasps stinging

lost love bites

through every retched swallow.

Belly full but you feel so hollow.

 

That void expands,

devouring whole lands,

pouring down times sands,

like its dining out

on a filling meal and fine wine.

It belches out clouds of haze

fogging your days, leaving you dazed,

Nowhere your mind can sit and graze

and reclaim its sense of belonging.

Just drowns lost hours of longing

in a sea of endless grey.

 

That void gets so close

you could be lost

forever, at what cost

to the world you leave behind?

These thoughts flood your mind.

Telepathic link with

the deep black sea of ink

spreading over the papers of time.

On the brink. Do you leap?

Or do you feel the void

and feed it with your

pained memories

and walk on with your life?

 

 

 

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