Journey of the Void

In a world so vast and teeming,

There lies a space, quiet, seeming,

A hollow echo, void and deep,

Where silent secrets often keep.

The empty room, the vacant stare,

The hollow wind, the thinning air,

Each tells a tale of what’s not there,

A space untouched, a vacant chair.

The barren tree, stripped of its cloak,

Whispers tales of promises broke,

An empty vase, once full of bloom,

Now stands silent in the gloom.

Yet in this void, there's potential vast,

For emptiness does not forever last.

From empty pages, stories rise,

From empty nights, dawns surprise.

So when you find that empty space,

Do not see just a vacant place.

For in the void, the quiet, the hush,

Lies the start of a brand new rush.