TheVoid

THE VOID

There's a hole inside that creates a drive
to seek, to find a likeness of mind
To join in kind - to hold, to bind

She searches his face to make a case
but finds no trace - just empty space
that won't replace her need to taste

The vacuum does grow - the dead end, her foe
Without future or goal, her passion is cold
as the winds that blow in the void, the hole

The vacuum, the void - a space for joy
But not a toy for him to employ
To briefly enjoy and then to avoid

She longs to feel something more real
the hole to seal - and so she kneels
with her appeal to strike a deal

To fill this hole, she'd give her soul
Completely let go, forsaking control
Assume a new role, become less than whole

But wait -
This is not right, to deal with her plight
by refusing to fight, or relinquish her right
to experience delight - the enemy to invite

The void sets her free, allows her to see
how strongly the need for fulfillment can be
and that hunger, indeed, is incentive to succeed

She was slow to suppose, but now she knows
the void will not close - it's there to impose
the impulse to grow and her heart to expose

So now, even though she's still on her own
She's no longer cold and feeling alone
The void has consoled her need to control

With patience she chose to abandon her woes
With a peace she now knows, her pursuit still goes
for that treasure to unfold more precious than gold

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