VOID

The mind's a void,
Devoid
Of thoughts and words.
Blinding white, dreary, bleak.
And voids in my mind reek,
Of nothing.
Nothing, in all its venomous form and cruel despair.
I wish it were something instead.
The heart's a barren
Field of sighs, hopes, rising and crest fallen.
Voids encompass me, shroud me.
Cloaked in void, all I see
Are voids born out of void. 
Might I try? Could I get past?
Malignant void, trampled down hopes.
Dwindling bright, luring evil.
Should I pursue my thoughts, still?
And I wish I wrung words of void.
Churn them out, words, and forgotten glory.
And icy tentacles ensnare me.
I struggle to free.
Voids, render me powerless,
Nebulous of acquired trophies, buried in distant past.
And voids command, as I desperately seek a last
Resort.
And I navigate unknown alleys, trespass uninhabited terrain,
Try to retrieve thoughts out of a numb brain.
I crave words and a way out.
I hope against hope, pray that I might,
Witness,
Some grass, pretty roses and a patch of sunlight,
Instead of void.

The writer is a student of North South University.