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Staring into the Void

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By Mother CombsPublished about a year ago 2 min read

Standing at the edge staring off into space

Wishing that life wasn’t such a vacuum

Forcing me to take stock of the nothingness before me

Running from oblivion

Back to the safety of sanity

Ignoring the calls coming from the darkness

Knowing that if I were to step off into the chasm

I may never return again

So I fight the summons of nihility

As I fight to keep my balance in a world that has gone mad

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In the land where darkness reigns,

A gulf of emptiness sustains,

A bottomless abyss profound,

Where secrets of the universe are found.

*

I gaze into the depths unknown,

A silent world where time has flown,

A vast canvas, devoid of hue,

A shadowy tapestry, never new.

*

The space reflects my deepest fear,

A mirror to my soul, so clear,

It whispers tales of what could be,

A symphony of echoes haunts me.

*

I search for meaning in its embrace,

A spark of hope, a saving grace,

But all I find are endless nights,

A pit that swallows up the lights.

*

And yet, a strange allure it holds,

A fascination that my heart unfolds,

A vortex pulling me inside,

A journey to the other side.

*

So I surrender to its depths,

And let the void consume my breaths,

For in its darkness, I may find,

A glimpse of truth, a peace of mind.

** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** **

I took a penny and tossed it into the void before me

I listen forever but never hear it hit the pit’s floor

I strain to make out anything, but there is nothing to see

I can feel the vacuum in my core

*

Making a wish as I stand before the abyss

I close my eyes against the Emptiness

Praying for release to blessed bliss

Stealing myself against the Nothingness

*

I prepare myself to stand firm in rationality

Not allowing myself to be swallowed by oblivion

A fine balance, an aggressive duality

If kept, it gives me the strength to carry on

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Mother Combs

Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.

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  • Grz Colmabout a year ago

    A terrific and relatable them! I liked this line a lot, “Wishing that life wasn’t such a vacuum..” 👏😌

  • This was so poignant, profound and beautifully written! Loved it so much!

  • Kodahabout a year ago

    Powerful and profound! Your words are always impactful, Combs! Love your poem! 💌🌟

  • Hannah Mooreabout a year ago

    Definitely turn away!

  • Cathy holmesabout a year ago

    Wonderful work. Keep searching for that balance. Sometimes it is the best we can do.

  • Margaret Brennanabout a year ago

    This is pure magic. The way you make us look inside ourselves, the nooks, crannies, elevations and pitfalls. The usual and the surprises. Just LOVE it.

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