Void
There's always another poem.
Another song.
Another book.
Without mine,
What would be lost?
Nothing.
Without mine,
What would be gained?
Nothing.
I am the void in the middle,
The unknown place.
Not important,
But not unimportant.
An individual.
I can work and strive to be noticed,
And make myself a leader.
Or I can write myself out of the equation.
The choice is mine.
For now, I remain,
Forever yours,
The Void.
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Eclipse
PoetryCollection of original poems by Ethne Erickson "The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth." -Jean Cocteau "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." -Carl Sandburg "Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experienc...
