EMPTY SPACES

Talk to me about your soul

tell me the word that best rhymes
with whole

Give me a peek into the black

and let me shine in benign

Keeping all nerves at bay

he's been wanting to say

she's been holding his sleep

and its been that way

I can't tell you how deep

the fable blends in sleek

what changes is little 

as night gives way to day

the hope is in kind,

an affection that lives in his mind

a vignette little less than perfect

hangs in dismay

and the feelings inside are but

a cure, no restitution possible

as the ailment is far from pure

the mind plays trivial games

hunts at night and hides all day

no one brings to light

what chiaroscuro is building at the bay

Tell me this is not a rabbit hole

with reflections of past

coming back to life

He moves from hope to courage,

mortgaging his fear

Looking back there were no chances taken

so all that was lost was just never there...