The Void

I am the void.

Both colour and nothing.

Lost between yellow and grey.

Saturated in pink and detached from the blue of May.

I am the void for things that are lost,

the void where things are found.

Touch me and your colour brightens

While the colour of me is taken.

I hold all within me for those who feel unseen,

And yet I still feel broken, unclean.

I am the void of all which could be,

And the fear of what never will.

I see the rips of pain and fill the empty space,

Heal those who need healed.

But my burden never reaches them,

My pain hidden below the surface.

Your hollow words reach desperate ears

But the glaze covering your eyes tells me

You speak nothing but lies.

I am the universe, infinite and free.

Detached from the time of now,

Ready to take the leap.