Emptiness, Filled.

Echoed banality,
Currents of commonality,
Created here the abhorrent void.
Creeping dullness,
Pretending fullness,
Creation stifled, life destroyed.



Fantasy was never born that stark reality could kill.
Word was never thought that does not echo within silence still.
Hope was never so far gone that one soft touch could not renew.
Life is never without worth while there is me and there is you.