Void

Void.

A sense of emptiness.

When a friend ditches you.

Void.

A sense of boredom.

When there’s nothing at all to do.

Void.

A deep dark hole

Of absolutely nothing.

Void.

Loneliness.

Alone with everyone around.

Void.

A vicious feeling.

When all your trust is lost.

Void.

A very sharp arrow.

When none of your ‘comrades’ are to be found.

Void.

A type of inflation.

Too many feelings, too little ears.

Void.

A very cold corner.

Where the 90 degree joke doesn’t work.

Void.

Depression.

One that cannot be cured.

Void.

Bright, red marks.

Painful, yet no pain.

Void.

Restrictions.

Helpful, yet a bane.

Void.

An ostrich egg.

One as strong as a rock.

Void.

Destiny to the world

And the sufferer’s fate.

Void.

A world of distrust.

Hard to derive trust.

Void.

Tough to get out of.

Only requires a gust.

Void.

A clingy creeper.

Void.

Whose helping hand is a Reaper.

Void.

An irritating reminder

Of all the hardships you have seen.

Void.

An ordeal.

Moving on is a big deal.

Void.

A labyrinth.

An unending maze.

Void.

An indicator.

Pride is an acceptable craze.

Void.

At the exit,

It’s a paranormal phase.

Void.

Beyond the black.

It’s the bright wide world.

Void.

Looked down upon.

Forgotten, forlorn.

Void.

Four little letters.

That changed why you were born.

Void.

Rise above it.

Seek your lost voice.

Void.

Move ahead of it.

Regain that remarkable poise.

Void.

It’s all over.

No more looking back,

Void.

You shall inspire;
For ages and ages to come.

Naught All

In the corner of his bed at a corner in his mansion,

The rich little boy was peering-

Out through the window, at the boy down the street,

Oh! He seemed to be so happy!

The rich little boy, in the corner of his head,

Thought of all that he had:

He had his toys, his TV, and five of his dogs,

But the boy down the street had something that he didn’t.

He had a smile on his face.

A smile like nothing he had ever seen;

A smile, rather, like nothing he could ever imagine.

A smile, that for him, would remain a dream forever.

And this pained him. For

He knew that joy was the biggest of all treasures:

Something which no riches could ever buy,

Something without which no bird could ever fly.

But what could he do? He was never content

Like the boy down the street with not one luxury

He would never even change; so as the night closed down,
He simply dreamt of the joy that he could never have.

The Miner's Little Child

The miner's little child stood outside her mine,
Where her father and uncles were working-

She looked at the children with bags on their backs,

And wished she could go to school too.

“Daddy,” said she, when she was summoned to deliver he axes,

“Can’t I go too?” she asked, pointing at them laughing guys.

She wished to visit that place three blocks away,

Go there by day, and return home to hit the hay.

She knew it all couldn’t happen,

For her family’s life was a mess,

Her family couldn’t afford a single meal in their poor nation,

How could they afford the ten year old’s education?

But her young little mind wouldn’t pay no heed,

To her personal desire. And didn’t care for the right or wrong either.

It just stook to its stubborn nature,

Breaking apart her sensibility’s stature.

Countless sleepless nights followed. Her wishes weren’t fulfilled;

The miner’s little girl was her father now.

Her son came up to her, while delivering the axes,

And asked her the very same question.

This cycle continued, newer children took the miner’s little girl’s place,

But the situation and desperation never seemed to end;

Though, in her dreams, the miners’ little children would hope

For a day when all of that would come to an end.