Cry Into The Void Poem by ashok jadhav

I lift my eyes to skies that do not answer,
hands open in hope, in question, in despair.
Where is the voice I once believed would guide me?
Where is the light I was promised in the dark?
Each day feels heavy with a silence
too vast to name, too deep to bear.
Faith trembles in me like a candle
struggling against a wind I cannot see.
I wander among questions with no shelter,
asking why sorrow is woven so tightly
into the fabric of being,
why breath persists when meaning falters.
Even prayer feels like an echo
bouncing off walls that do not hear.
I mourn not only for what is lost,
but for the presence I cannot find—
the God, the purpose, the truth
that seems to vanish as I reach for it.
I am left with only the ache of wondering,
and the faint, stubborn pulse of hope
that perhaps somewhere, somehow,
something listens.