In the hollow chambers of the heart,
Where whispers fade and shadows start,
A void so deep, so vast, so cold,
Emptiness, in stories untold.

Beneath the moon’s soft, sorrowed light,
In the silent hours of the night,
Echoes of dreams long left behind,
In the corridors of the mind.

A dance with phantoms, unseen, unknown,
In the solitude, we’re not alone,
For in this realm of nothingness,
We confront our deepest restlessness.

Yet amidst the dark, a subtle grace,
In emptiness, we find a space,
To breathe, to pause, to recompose,
And in the silence, hope still grows.