the void

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There is nothing to fill up

 the emptiness of my days

there is no you

I could write or sing to

There is only me

The hollow syllable leaves my lips

A desperate cry of longing

A cry into a void

It is taunting me

swallowing me

Spitting me out again

Cause even to it

I bring distaste of familiarity

-KH