Null And Void Poem by travion hood

NULL AND VOID


These feelings of hatred,
How can a person cope?
For words that are dread,
There isn’t any hope.
Neither bows nor praise,
Hence forth he has written.
Your death sentence,
For a curse you have stricken.


The soul, the mind,
So eager to invoke.
Thorough word of the king,
Soon and shall provoke.
Taken in step,
For much is in stride.
Sips from his cup,
Is inhaling formaldehyde.

No lower standards,
Nothing to the king and queen.
Harsh change of heart,
Condemned to broken screams.
Self-image is delusion,
Esteem is reliance.
Seek time with control,
You are always defiant.

Torn. Ripped,
Yet cut from the seams.
Ancient in state of new,
No one comprehends the lines in between.
Under the flesh,
Blood takes form anew.
Stricken from the waist,
Pain splits the heart in two.

Put into context,
For life is the color of teal.
The diamond in the rough,
The anonymity it’s tries to conceal.
One plus one indeed equals two,
Winds intend to shift.
A suicidal bluff,
Scars in the mist.

Rigid, yet insecure,
Inscribed in the text.
Seriousness in all avoidance
It takes two hands shuffling the deck.
Taken in the dark,
As the emptiness looms.
It is never this,
Time does not heal all wounds.

In an instance,
With pouring tears.
Sometimes seldom,
The truth is always a fear.
Salt and sugar,
Land and sea.
Accentuate the positive,
Written within decree.

Formation from vibes,
One, two, three, four.
Escalation breathes deeply,
Determination soars.
With very little time,
Patience grows thin.
Teeming with remorse,
It’s taken for a spin.


Bases loaded,
For their sake.
Watching every move,
Taking aim, never to incriminate.
Soon to pass,
Yet often relived.
It’s hard telling the difference,
And difficult to forgive.


True and false,
Love and hate.
Tell one another,
The ending that he creates.
The feel of touch,
Breaking down the spleen.
True caring words,
Will make things quite serene.