Across the void

I call; my voice falls on deaf ears –

Words echoing into the void

They’re searching for a listener,

And the person who’ll chase my fears


I beg you, if you hear my cry

You’ll give me a signal at last

So that I may have my answer;

May know the truth before I die


I cannot keep up with this game,

Coy movements and then a standstill

For I am lost in future hopes

That are stealing me from the sane


But perhaps you’re not really there –

No saviour waits in the wings; and

I’ll be here clutching forever

Pretending that’s no empty chair


Image: Nicola Davison Reed

Published by Cara Amy Goldthorpe

Entrepreneur, earth warrior, storyteller and lawyer, with a mission to promote ways of living harmoniously on this planet.

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