No More: Blank Space

Pick up your brush,

Fill in the blanks,

Give it more depth,

Fill it with grace,

         Use the negative space.

A void that shapes, but leaves no trace,

A shadow cast in empty space.

A part not there, but still: everywhere?

A non-part of me, that still needs care?

Lately though, I fear I know.

I live in it, that negative hole.

I know I do, I’m quite aware,

That empty space: It's everywhere.

But I can't leave, I'm stuck in this,

I cannot breathe this emptiness.

A hollow feel, no light to see,

Just endless void surrounding me.

So please I beg,

Pick up your brush,

Fill in the blanks,

Fill them with grace.

Use my negative space.

Color in, the shades unknown,

So I might not feel quite so alone.