The Void

I.

The tree’s roots

Thick and true

Locked beneath Earth’s ground

Where hollowness fell–

Sounds echoed

Voices un-tethered–

We allowed the fall

And encouraged the plucking

Of loose roots

From temporary homes

Because we

Had lost the chord

That tied us to Earth

With no hope

Of forming another.

II.

We fell in line

Following prints beat in Earth

By legs before.

We didn’t know

Our own destination–

Settled for less,

The only prize

Ever placed on

Our cracked plate.

There were glimmers

Through clouds–

Trying to awaken the sleeping–

Pulled to surface yearning

That was never answered.

Leaving behind

Half beings

That wander with no intent

With a forever empty

Sensation in their veins,

Desiring more,

But never knowing

What more is.

III.

Ocean’s waves

Washed against sandcastle

Formed by young hands

As old watched,

Remembering moments

Stuck in muck and water,

Creating motes and towers

For waiting princesses

Before the villain of the world

Reminded them of the clock

That ticked, ticked, ticked

Waiting for them

To fall in line.