The Void
By George Abraham
There’s a void in me-
Like a salty wave
Reaching out to my feet
But stopping inches away
As I stand, intangible,
And the shoreline whispers a
Somber tale-
A void-
Like glass cracked in subtlety
Forming two fractures that will never
Converge- their entire existence
On a plane of their own, expanding
Forever
Unpredictably in endless dimensions-
A void-
A distance oceanic,
A brilliance less than stellar;
An unfulfilling ending to a masterpiece;
A wanderer travelling in circles;
A _____ of poetry missing a word;
For despite fortune’s fair and
______ steady, I live my life
with too many ______s to fill in
but not enough ______s to fill them in with;
Will you do it?
Will you fill them in?
Because I can’t quite put my finger on it-
Is it you, missing from my life?
Are you my void?
Or is it more complex?
The simplicity of impossibility?
The dullness of vivacity?
The tears of fire?
Or is it far simpler-
The hollow of a sphere?
The resonance of a voice?
The dissonance of an adolescent?
The unwritten last line of a poem?
Copyright 2013| George Abraham
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