Hymn to the Empty

One of the first pieces of writing i posted here, and still most likely my favorite.

 

Hymn to the Empty

 

 

A sanctuary, Starlit and secluded,

Where you sing a nocturne of nothing

A reminder of how empty, emptiness really is

 

Singing a hymn of broken memories

You immerse yourself within the inverse of love

 

Your heart but a silhouette

And your soul, swollen and swallowed whole

By sorrow,

 

You will always remain here.

 

Singing your sweet nocturne of nothing,

 

Though he will not hear, or heed  

Or care,

 

Sing your nocturne of emptiness.

 

To him,

 

To nothing,

 

 

Michael William Fowler ©