I write to fill my void
The one that keeps me annoyed
It always feels so empty
I fear it will devour me
So I keep pen to paper
Just to feel so much safer
I pour my soul out in ink
Just so that my mind can think
I keep hoping that one day
This foul void will go away
But for now it still remains
Swallowing up all my gains
It terrifies me so much
Leaves me empty and alone
Takes away my only hope
Fearing that my star has shone
About the Creator
Christopher O'Sullivan
Poet, filmaker. Please feel free to check out my you tube channel https://youtube.com/@diofyproductions?si=eQKCpdk1asRf1G-g to see what sort of fun shorts i'm making.
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