Author's note: This poem is about emptiness. Therefore, this poem speaks of everything that fits within emptiness, that is, it speaks of an immensity of feelings that, when combined, form a kind of emotional dark matter.
This will be one of the poems that will appear in my poetry book.
Inside you,
the void
tastes like loss,
and feels like a black,
heavy, cold,
and hollow space,
a kind of spectrum,
an element that lives
in the place
of the missing element,
That's why
the void is not nothing,
it is the endless abyss that is born
and replace what has been lost,
slowly settling in,
permanently,
in the soul of the survivors,
The void,
it's a slow, nameless,
unbearable pain,
a suffering that flares up
like candles that burn slowly
without ever burning out,
The void,
only those who feel it can recognize it,
and it can't be explained,
it has no smell,
nor color,
it has no voice
and doesn't cry, the void,
its not grey
like a cold stone,
nor invisible
like the dark matter of the universe,
The void,
it is a grave
where slowly die
those who feel that happiness
has been forever stolen
the day they became
unable to love
and be loved
Rolando Andrade, 2024
To have a void inside oneself is a terrible experience. This poem expresses what it's like. Can the void be filled? I believe it can. By love. The love that waits underneath the void. The love that our soul is the eternal expression of. With love, Maria