The Space You Should Hold Poem by Matthew Holloway

At night I fail in all attempts
To sleep and find peace in my soul
Insomnia it has been called
I have drowned it in wine and whisky
I have tried to subdue it at every turn
Yet it persists and continues
Sobriety is an unwelcome evil
And there at the route of everything
The answer stands screaming
In reverbs of my spirit
You, you are missing
The space beside me is a void
A nothingness I despise
I pray and await you to be known
In the space you should hold