The Void Third

The voids are two-
One of the heart,
Other
Of the mind.
The former, for fulfillment
Seeks only to give,
Lives to serve.
The latter, however is
Selfish.
A Black hole
Giving nothing,
Except for news of
That final destination,
Within oneself.

I despair,
For I carry them both
Dreading the day
The voids collide.
Which one prevails,
Which perishes?
Only known to one;
I am bound in knots of limbo
Within the void third-
Loneliness, a damp
Echoless silence, one
Oblivious to its own
Lifeless existence and
Of the existence within.

The Third void refuses
To reveal.
Alive am I truly or all I do
Is just pretend to be?

Dusky Dawn

The dawn sky today
Rose like that of a late dusk,
Just like the one I saw last evening.

The night had trickled by awake

While the morning suggested instead

That the night had held time within,

Which perhaps tired of always passing

Found a quiet corner and slept.

The moment I left home today

Was the same as time opened its eyes,

The dawn thus, appeared just the same

As yesterday evening’s dusk,

I had seen sliding down the glass panes

Of that distant horizon of murky light

Along the returning footsteps of a long day

On the way, I walk back home.

Silent Thought

A silent thought spoke to me
With a scream-
          I can’t bear it any longer,
          For my mute words
          Now seek a voice.