Through my windows, I can see
The sun’s rays in the morning,
Its warmth fills up the space I’m in.
And yet sometimes, I feel cold.
There’s a deep void in my chest
No matter how much I try, it remains bare.
It is empty, dark, and humid.
I’m afraid of it.
I fear it will eventually grow
And leave me in a darkness I do not know.
And just as I keep trying,
To fill it with melodies, colors, and words,
It does not change shape
But becomes deeper than before.
