EMPTINESS

There is an emptiness
A hollow end in aimless wandering,
I look across
And hear my own presence,
In the emptiness,
Long had been the journey,
Tiring in a lonely path
I hear the vaccuum
Created by unseen hand,
Hunger is bearable
While hate is intense,
And the rage still burns
And the emptiness is shrunk in a hollow.

~ Ritesh Ruparel ~

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