This Void.......... Poem by RIC BASTASA

tonight
you accept the difference
in graceful silence.
no word shall fill this
void, no word, no
word.
the void existed long
before even if you deny it
even if you have
not given it a name, yet
it has a name that it
owns which you cannot and never
uttered.
something so deep happens.
it penetrates you, and you close your
eyes and you look at the ceiling
blinded by the light
in this sacred room.
you recognize the void now.
you see blank eyes.
you feel the feelings that grant
you remorse which you have learned
to live with
everyday.
this is the void, a necessity that
you must embrace because without it,
you can never be filled.
give it your name.
it is you after all who is afraid
of your own name.
they call you but you never call yourself.
even in your own kind of festivities,
you never mention your name to yourself.
it is hard to accept one's self
that is a fact.
they call you with a name,
and yet the void is not leaving.
it is you, and it is not what they call you.
it is you, the one that you knew beforehand
and it is you, just you.
emptying and emptying with the only
hope that it is only through this
that sooner you shall be filled.
the void is the shadow
created by light, and it names you
once more, in the silence of its
dependent existence.
this void.