Emptiness-- It's that burgeoning vacuity That merely tempts you To cease any type of attempt; The inundating sensation Of just discarding it all; Because zilch, nil, and naught All downright embody nothing But that feeling of inanity, Deep within your soul. The viscid tendrils of darkness Stifle the screams, at first-- Until, you get too desensitized By the egregious scenario That you commence The fatalistic, downward ride Towards that beguiling hole. Yet, the light holds you captive; Thus, you're compelled To remain hanging In that in-betwixt realm-- A kind of self-imposed purgatory Of neither jocundity nor misery; An infinite waiting of sorts. "Emptiness" #Emptiness #diwa #yqbaba