Justin Reamer

Freshman - 943 Points (2 October 1993 / Holland, Michigan)

The Void - Poem by Justin Reamer

Vacancy, emptiness,
It’s all the same to me.
Look into my eyes,
And you shall see my bleak suffering,
As my eyes coat over with
The loss of childhood
And the blade to my soul.

Everything around me, a void,
Blank emptiness with no purpose,
No reason, a random existence.
Lost, I see nothing as
I amble and saunter the universe,
Misguided, confounded, and hurt.

The world is nothing,
Blank and purposeless,
Existing only for the Devil’s arithmetic,
Adding to his list the names
Of souls who suffer every day
And yet seek God for help
By crying out with their prayers and
The men and women who have
Turned to apostasy,
Making efforts to defy the Creator.

Hell is horrid;
Heaven is great;
But Earth—the physical universe—
Is the void, the state of nothingness
In which no purpose is found.


Comments about The Void by Justin Reamer

  • Gold Star - 8,613 Points Savita Tyagi (2/18/2014 8:31:00 AM)

    All bleak sentiments expressed so well. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 18, 2014


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