Empty Spaces

Open doors to empty spaces,
The nothingness of barren thought,
Ocean waves that kiss horizons,
Swirling in a paper cup,
Shadows framed in wilderness,
Floating through an empty room,
Creating misty illusions,
Within the silent sigh of gloom.

Opaque windows reflect nothing,
Reality does not exist,
Belief is only false perception,
All life is truly meaningless,
Perceived upon a dream of sorts,
To pluck a teardrop from the air,
It melts before I feel it,
Maybe it was never there.

I see misery in every shadow,
In every little point of light,
The blackened clouds so pitiful,
In the bleak corridors of my mind,
Alleyways of loneliness,
No words of prose can comfort,
I long to feel Death's caress,
To relieve the misery I suffer.

Like a ghost ship lost in desert sands,
With no shining star to guide it,
I wander among restless souls,
Where reality is rescinded,
Annulled with every grain of sand,
That seeps through my life's hour glass,
My time moves agonizingly slow,
As I watch each depressing moment pass.

Spinning memories of nothing,
In a present that's so far away,
A future that has no horizon,
I fear will never come to me,
My purgatory mind's enigma,
A puzzle that cannot be solved,
In a nightmare of insanity,
Where reality is not involved.

Visualized in seconds split,
Crystal angels offer hope,
Atomic particles of light,
Within the swirling paper cup,
Stormy seas of void,
Roar their contempt at happiness,
All worthless hope dissolves then,
To leave more empty spaces.