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Of all of the maladies
that pay us a call
emptiness must be
the darkest of all

Like a thousand blank pages
of an untitled book
Or a lifetime of savings
that somebody took

This consummate void
that kills all your drive
is made up of darkness
and it eats you alive

And the world brings the darkness
but it offers no cure
Just ten thousand treatments
that man must explore

And just when he thinks
that he's found the right one
the emptiness stabs through
the heart of his fun

And blacker than anything
blind eyes can see
there's nothing at all
where your heart ought to be

So again and again
you try something new
in hopes that this darkness
has pity on you

But alas it shall not
for it knows no remorse
Your only hope now
is in changing your course

No hair of the dog
will ease your pain
It will just further wash
your life down the drain

You've breastfed on garbage
upon the world's teat
but the milk has all curdled
and is no longer sweet

The next time you find yourself
down on your knees
try talking to God
I'm sure He'll be pleased

He doesn't barge in
He's a gentleman, you know
but on your invitation
He'll happily show

He'll take all that darkness
and replace it with light
and all of your troubles
shall flee like the night

So I hope you choose wisely
to start life anew
You can take it from me
I was once just like you


© Mike Wise
4-27-23

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