The Void
An endless plight of forty days and forty nights,
The storm drowns my voice lost to the Void,
Afraid to speak, to leave, and thrive,
To break the mold and show the truth beneath the lie.
In the dark I'm not afraid to be,
I can shed the lies and deceit,
Live out my nights with all my imperfections,
my self-loathing and my lies.
When the Void isn't staring,
the calm is my scream,
And the shattered fragments of the lie,
Are left behind under crepuscular skies.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world