The Void

All matter is energy according to Einstein.
That energy is filled with empty space.
The only thing that fills the "empty" is creation.
When we let go of our gift of creation,
All that remains is the Void.

There is a gulf,

Between life and death,

A distance traveled,

Without moving,

Warmth removed,

Replaced by cold,

Death grip of ice,

Without motion,

In silent scream,

Eyes wide shut,

As the tomb is closed,

On imprisoned heart,
In the embrace of earth,
Upon the darkness of day,

Yet the truth of life,

Is in the spaces,

Reality formed,

In empty bonds,

Illusion born,

From atomic ghosts,

Energy bound,

With invisible hands,

Yet the sense of life,

Is within creation,

Love imagination,

In everything seen,

For creation is,

Sense from madness,

Foundation on nothing,

From which to breathe,

On road away,

From Creation’s beauty,

We tap on screens,

To drown the screams,

Lost in illusions,

While on deaf ears,

Life’s song does fall,

Our precious gift,

This human prize,

Slips through our fingers,

While minds are falling,

Into the gap,

The nothing of atoms,

Where there is no size,

No space,

No up,

No down,

No light,

No darkness,

Only madness,

Within the Void.