Shitty Poems

Void

I want to leave something behind

Other than a carbon footprint

I want proof that I existed,

No I want people to know I existed

I want to create something that will outlive me.

I don't want to only exist in the void.

The void is a place where you are forgotten

The void is a place for people who are gone
after the death of a few generations.

The void is where hopes and dreams go to die

Where lost souls go

When they know that they will never be found.

Nothing really exists in the void.

The void itself doesn't really exist.

How could it?

When all that is in it has been

Or is being forgotten

And the explanation of it

That I am giving

Will one day die in it as well.

The void is where my poems will go

All my questions and heartbreaks will belong to it

Sooner or later.

I don't want the void to claim them

But even if I write them down

And bind them in a book

The words will fade

My name will fade

Until they are unreadable

And are tossed out.

When this happens

It's fair game and the void

Most always wins.

I don't want to become another

In a sea of nameless faces

Or a long lost book of faceless names.

When the day is done

And the sun sets for the long run,

In the darkness,

Who will look for us?

How will we resurface from the sea of faces

The void has taken possession of?

What if we don't?

It has happened to so many people already.

So many people have faded away in the void

So many people's footprints

Have been washed away

By the seas of faces.

So many peoples footprints

Are no longer seen

Because of the shifting, changing sands of time

The sand that is slowly falling through the narrow neck of an hourglass.

When all the sand has made it to the bottom

Do we start again?

Who flips the device over

To give us another chance?

Or are we all blown away in the wind

To end up in the void?

To all those people who are already in the void

I dedicate this poem to all of you.

I know not your names nor faces

I see not your footprints

I hear not your voices

You have no possessions

The void has taken all.

But I want this poem to belong to you all

At least, before the void has taken it too.

If I can't be remembered

And have my name respected by the others

Who are lucky enough to live

In something they created that outlived them,

I want the forgotten to have my words.

I know the words I write will most likely be washed away

My name is writ in water

Like so many other poets

That lived before me

And will live after me

But if the washed away can have my poem...

Well, that's hope that one day

Although my name or face might not be seen

Although my voice may never be heard

Although my words will forever main unread

Someone will think of me and others who are lost

In the void.