Empty space

The empty space inside still grows,

A gaping wound that no one knows.

I use the crowds, the task, the sound,

To fill the sadness all around.

The quiet brings the endless void again.

A curse I've built through all my years,

I don't think I can ever fill this hole, it appears.

Perhaps one day, life lends a hand,

But that feels like a foreign land.

For now, I shut the door I see,

Alone with just the void and me.