The Lonely Dark

59 4 5
                                    

I am the Representation of the Void … I am the void

nevertheless I wish to be filled with a many abundance.

An absolute silence, so eerie; upon listening to it’s majestic silence, madness such befall you.

Yet … I crave for some sort of commotion, ANY SORT, A LAUGHTER HERE AND THERE.

Before my might, existence is nothing because it shall return to nothing and I am Nothing. My soul cries upon this realisation, I wish to bear LIGHT, HOPE, LIFE! not endless despair

My

…so

… soul.

Do i even have one?

Collection of My PoetryWhere stories live. Discover now