You cannot fight a void Yet I swing at smoke and air Angry words are stuttering back The echo is like an attack But I try and I jump and I fly I turn false ground into sky A new world below the things that we know Scratch the surface with flurries of ink But I think and I stop and I sink As the oxygen permeates my skin And turns so velvety cold The sky is no longer dry And I am no longer bold But I write and I hold and I fight On and on, the endless night On and on, the useless song And the abyss is singing along The voice of the void is dark with joy I am the shadow's favorite toy Cast these words into an empty sea These words are nothing to me
I wrote something new! All hail the poetry kings and queens. The trick is putting pen to paper, I believe. This is hot off the poetry presses. Lemme know what you think.