The Void

 

The Void has been empty for seasons

Lacking in space and colour

The brain has become a desert

Drained by shallow strangers

 

The music of the day has started

Cold courtesy and patterned conversation

And eyes that shift when you turn your back

Into a new house of secrets

 

The Void danced around the room

Still lacking in space and colour

It crept into the depths of a forgotten home

And found the picture of its puzzle

The Void found light

The Void found love

The Void found space

The Void found colour

The Void found beauty that sat within the pages of a rainbow

Music that bounced through the mystery of the streets

The Void found Strength, Mystery, Sadness, Joy, Contradictions, Courage and Pain

And when it had found its album

That Void became Poetry