• agropoet 2w

    I hear the call of the void
    Calm and gentle
    Urging me to come
    Find peace and strength in her abode

    I hear the voice of emptiness
    A sweet and pleasant whisper
    Offering love on her lips
    and comfort on her laps

    I hear the call of the void
    Stern and firm and coarse
    Telling me to hide
    And run away from my fears

    I hear the call of nothingness
    I chose not to respond
    But heed the voice of paper
    telling me to bleed ink on emptiness
    ©agropoet