Emptiness
Ariestotle A. Tunguia
Here I stand in the midst of nothingness
Where I vow to seek for something
Something that could fill this space of emptiness
That isn’t satisfied for anything.
From the black spot, there I see
A tiny light that descends from nowhere
“Could it have things modest and free?
Or is it just one of that revere?”
I sought to ask myself continuously
Seeking for answers, hope
“What can fill this midst fearlessly?”
“Am I that kind of a dope?”
Answers is what I always sought for
Answers to the questions that might not been answered
“Where else could I find the answer?
In this empty space wherein nothing can be found”
