voidA Poem by Naomi BoweI called for you but there was nothing there Looked around and saw nothing but air The void a gaping maw of blackened emptiness I gazed into the infinite Once truth hit home, it struck like the ironic cathedral bells Wailing their heartbroken charade It was more than I could take Cut my sewn eyelids open with a sharpened glass shard Leaned over the drab sink and stared into the broken mirror hard Where normally I saw myself This time I saw something else The void that shadowed me Was full of stars Nebulas, planets, and billions of beating hearts Voices rising in chorus to an empty sky Praising a baseless lie Instead of performing selflessness for a nonexistent absent mother We should all do things for the sake of each other One day we will be stardust and gone But what we've done will keep living on Even as we return to the void from which we all begun © 2015 Naomi Bowe |
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