Ever feel like there's an empty part of you that you never knew existed?
Until now you filled it with everything, endlessly over the years;
Time, sacrifice, work, fantasy, family, friends and so on.
But it remained, thumming away in the background.
Just out of reach, beyond the periphery.
A black hole screaming in silence, begging to be noticed.
But somehow still remaining in the shadows.
A sound unsung, a note unplayed.
A voice whispering and a soul suffocating.
An emptiness that consumes, and just like that it gnawed at your resilience.
It eroded your resolve and corroded your metal.
Bit by bit in the quietness.
In the night between the insomnia hours.
The endless crawl of time and relentless clock ticking.
A survivor needing to be noticed, a villain and victim rolled into one.
Stranded and voice stolen.
A statue held in a perpetual blank state with eyes crying to be released.
And here she remains: she, for she has a name.
Always had one.
The void is you
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