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The Void
Run... Run fast... The void is returning
Even if you've been trapped before
The void can trap you again
This place with no walls, no color, or space
It's empty, yet houses the weight of anything you can imagine
And all things beyond it....
It's the place that fathoms the things you try to understand, but can't
The key that unlocks doors without locks
Starts fire with ice
You can't even begin to understand it
The void has already stopped you
I know you're feeling uneasy
And you don't really know if it's you...
If you really thought something, or if the void made you think it
That's the riddle, that's the game
A competition with no rules, no winners, no losers
You can't even name what the void is or isn't, it simply is...
And you know it
It has no name, the void is merely a reference
It's that blur between reality and the void
That feeling before something horrifies you
Every single unnamed thing is the void
Even the things that haven't had a name and simply aren't
Those things are the void too
And you know it
I must confess, the void is unique to everyone
Caters to their addictions...
Creates their fears...
And it becomes less clear
If your corrupt mind
Your wicked actions
Your malicious ideas
Are really yours, or the voids
You can't tell...
We all run from the void
And lie to ourselves, believing we'll escape
Or maybe avoid being trapped...
But ultimately, you come back to the void
It never needs to trap you
And you know it
Even if you've been trapped before
The void can trap you again
This place with no walls, no color, or space
It's empty, yet houses the weight of anything you can imagine
And all things beyond it....
It's the place that fathoms the things you try to understand, but can't
The key that unlocks doors without locks
Starts fire with ice
You can't even begin to understand it
The void has already stopped you
I know you're feeling uneasy
And you don't really know if it's you...
If you really thought something, or if the void made you think it
That's the riddle, that's the game
A competition with no rules, no winners, no losers
You can't even name what the void is or isn't, it simply is...
And you know it
It has no name, the void is merely a reference
It's that blur between reality and the void
That feeling before something horrifies you
Every single unnamed thing is the void
Even the things that haven't had a name and simply aren't
Those things are the void too
And you know it
I must confess, the void is unique to everyone
Caters to their addictions...
Creates their fears...
And it becomes less clear
If your corrupt mind
Your wicked actions
Your malicious ideas
Are really yours, or the voids
You can't tell...
We all run from the void
And lie to ourselves, believing we'll escape
Or maybe avoid being trapped...
But ultimately, you come back to the void
It never needs to trap you
And you know it
Published 20th Jul 2017
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21st Jul 2017 6:24pm
Yeah... You can't outrun problems like addiction, depression, general chaos of the brain and broken hearts. I've been sober for almost 4 years now. On the lines of not being able to outrun these life burdening problems AA has a saying. "While we're in here trying to stay sober our disease is out there doing push-ups in the parking lot." Very open poem. I'm hoping this was cathartic. Great write. JD
21st Jul 2017 7:24pm
Dave, this couldn't be more true... The way to truly end our problems is not to run, but rather kill them... I'm still learning how to kill. They will continue to manifest themselves in harmful ways if we give them the opportunity to chase us. Congrats on 4 years, that's no easy feat. Thank you for sharing!
22nd Jul 2017 00:17am
Traveling.. another brilliant ink.. life has many challenges.. faith, politics, relationships, love, pain, and sorrow.. but to each soul the hurdles are different.. yet are struggles are the same.. we must question our feelings, to define what is ours.. and what was passed down in our upbringing.. excellent write..
Dave
Dave
22nd Jul 2017 1:01am
This is a very insightful comment, I always enjoy hearing your feedback!
