A Hollow Space

The alarm’s first bleat, a hollow sound,

Pulls me from slumber, earthbound,

Another dawn, the light appears,

And with it, whispered, nameless fears.

A stretch, a sigh, a slow ascent,

To face the day, on purpose bent,

But in the quiet of the room,

A phantom ache, a sense of doom.

Something is missing, stark and wide,

A hollow space where dreams reside.

A color muted, joy subdued,

A silent longing, unsubdued.

The coffee brews, the news rolls by,

Another cycle ‘neath the sky,

And in the mundane, I discern,

A different path, a desperate yearn.

To chase the wild, untamed desire,

To stoke a long-forgotten fire,

A life unlived, a soul unspun,

Beneath a different, brighter sun.

To paint the canvas, write the verse,

To break the rhythm, to disperse

The heavy cloak of what must be,

And claim a self that’s truly free.

But duty calls, the clock demands,

My spirit bound in tired hands.

The humdrum steps, the practiced smile,

Just for a moment, to beguile

The heart that aches, the mind that strains,

Against the daily, common pains.

Oh, for a world where risks are bold,

And stories of true living told.