void

in a passage long and drudging,
unilluminated,
egression is nowhere in sight;
with hands full of promise,
what is the purpose of wishing
for indiscernible light?

inane, barren, hollow, overcast,
aurora is absent,
an extinguished destiny;
deafening is silence,
blinding incessant darkness,
satiated with monotyny.

depleted of vigor and zeal,
as cold as an iceberg,
to succeed seems so meaningless;
so distant yet so loud,
a voice within is exclaiming-
"an antidote to emptiness!"