Void Stories

Your words, a whisper in the void of the night. I never saw your face, just felt your soul. You have gone, you left a void, full of light. Yet your poetry makes me feel like a fool. Your poems, like echoes of a distant fear. In each line, a truth we dare not speak. Make us feel, the end is near. Remind us we're frail and weak. In sorrow, I find you, now you're gone. Your art now fuels my own desire to write. To leave a ma...