Empty

I listen to the sound
of emptiness around me
seeking my attention
It screams
Forcing me, challenging me
to look in the eye.

Yet I stare at the television
Day in and day out
Moving pictures
Emotions numb
Frame after frame
Emptiness remain.

Everything reduced to nothing
Creation and Destruction
Sit side by side
Depending on each other
But loathing one another.

Words swimming in my head
With no attachment
My eyes see
But my heart does not understand
Itwas an end without a beginning
It was a canvas
Without any colours
It was words
Without poetry

Yet they haunt me
The end begging to know its beginning
The canvas craving for its colours
And the words… pleading for its life.