The Voice

The Voice

There is a void inside my head.
I can’t remember what I thought of
or what I ever said.

Every time
a little inspiration is near,
I can’t find a pen,
or the feeling in my fingers
will simply disappear.

The notion starts to grow:
-You’re no good.
-You’ll get nothing done.
Mr. Nothing has already won.

Stars are too far
to warm me with their heat.
Television displays substitutes
people I’d never want to meet.

Hearts of stone.
I’m all alone.
Please just let me be.

Nothing means everything
when no one’s ever near.
Never means always
when all you’ve known is fear,
and you’ll be left with nothing
after they take and disappear.

After all our stories
have torn the flesh
from their bones,
the void will then
be filled with love,
and "the stars"
will lose their thrones.

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Vincent Van Zandvoort
Vincent Van Zandvoort

Vincent Van Zandvoort is a writer of poetry, prose & short fiction. Science fiction - fantasy - supernatural - thriller - drama. ©️ Copyright 2020-2023. Vincent Van Zandvoort. All Rights Reserved.

Poetry / Prose
Poetry / Prose

I compose poetry and prose about the disappointments of life; dishonest people we come across; crushed hopes and expectations; the corruption that lies within everyone, but also lighter stuff.

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