Filling the Void

A craptastic sequel to the craptastic poem "Words Mean Nothing".

Syllables fill the void
Echo--pale against a scream--
And to fade is enough.

That void, it clutches and holds
Encases, encloses, enfolds
Holding on to dear memories.

Slow cracks at the edges,
And a crack in the soul,
So obviously not a smile.

Though but a few--
Sounds filter through
Reaching oblivion.

A pump of bile words
Black as pitch
Spills out a waterfall.

Dark rain defuses
Puts out the fires
Salves the burns.

I am here, with my mouth
Filled of any word
You could ever want.

It may be cold
But we can sing and dance
And words no longer mean nothing.

Author's Note

Wrote this in a few minutes, so... probably not very good. There is a reference to a song in it :)

Picture credit: http://fineartamerica.com/featured/words-mean-nothing-ash-sivils.html Ash Sivils (Not mine!)

Reviews

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You wrote this in a few minutes, but whatever happened to you in that few minutes to write this was a definite miracle... I really really enjoyed reading this. The only thing I didn't really like was the last bit, "And words don't mean nothing." I'm guessing you didn't want that to be grammatically correct, but that's the only thing. Other than that, I love this. "A pump of bile words Black as pitch Spills out a waterfall." That's amazing. The meaning is something that I can relate to, so I guess that's what is speaking to me more than anything. Your words do justice to your poem.

[Pale Rose]

Thank you for the constructive criticism! I edited it. It was a reference to another poem of mine, but that could have been clearer. Thanks again!