Rant on Emptiness

In a space filled with much but just filling a void
wondering why I think about this so much, this endless noise
of brain chatter reverberating inside my head
looking for the answers, for the questions
…for the missing links written but weren’t read
is it in a bible, my Qur’an, the torah, or from the existential ethereal spaces in between,
I look for the definitions to explain the absurdity of meaning
I tried to sound out the words to make the connections
Instead, a cancer feasted on the vowels and syllables that would have given me direction
I sit and stare at the masses of sinew and flesh
Molded supposedly from a higher beings breath
So they say, so they say, so they say…
I want to know if the hell I live is shared with you
I want to know if the world I live is filled with fools
I want to know if this space filled with much is just an empty void
Filling with stuff made of false joy
There is no solace in the knowledge of uncertainty
Without the stuff that makes me, me
I can only believe that I am empty

- NajmahAaliyah ®