There is a void, a sheer nothingness <br />that fills my life that is almost boundless <br />when you are away from me <br />when I see the world with a strange kind of aloofness <br /> <br />and in every misunderstanding <br />that is yearning for a kind of understanding, <br />there is something that is yearning for love <br />that comes selflessly and undemanding.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-is-a-void/
