The Void

And they know not

how you waited

in that dim room

so long.

They know not 

what it is

to be gutted

of song . . .

to have silence enshroud you,

dread's grip so tight,

no stars,

no love,

no "Good morning,"

no "Good night."

Just blackness and gloom

outside of the room,

and fright that encased you

like an oversized tomb.

This they cannot

know.