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The Void

I’m looking for substance,
though I can’t find
the essence that is trying to escape
from behind
the blinds of my mind.
 
The space is empty,
the walls thick and cold,
the air dark and foggy,
the writing on the walls
enticing and bold.
Though,
deceiving us to stay
in something that represents
nothing
but meaningless play.
 
I picture the floor shaking;
the insisting energy
causing
all that is solid breaking.
 
The space is
a comfort
promising
empty
void;
a prison I wish to avoid
succumbing to.
No,
I choose to follow other,
to not stay, to go through.
To look behind the cracks
through which
the light may shine anew.
So that we may seek,
we may still find
what had become so hidden
in the prison of our distorted mind.

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