As I linger in a empty place I began to become unsteady.
My restlessness sets in and says “I know what is satisfying, I know what can fill your cravings.”
Then the void glared back at me and said in scornful voice “I cannot be filled.”
As nothing is infinitely empty yet eternity can only take its place.
I gleam to comforts in my solace I look to sex with a woman, my family, and my good I have done.
Yet my heart is only touched for a little while.
A sinister voice spoke to me in confines of mind “the void has took hold of your heart, and you can’t do a thing to fill it.”
Where can I find my peace? Where can I fill what is empty? Where does my hope come from?
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