The Void by Daniel Atu

Why make me yearn when you’re mine to earn?

You’ve turned me into an apprentice in my own dome-are these love’s scars, fresh on the skin?

Tears spill, yet the heart still craves.

Why cast me as a raven, wings heavy with your absence?

A tamed spirit now restless, a pulse dropped into passion’s abyss.

No one defines love until it lands-a bird in flight, impossible to cage.

I swore never to be a debtor, but time narrows me to a dark corridor.

Is this a panting heart that wants you?

The void throbs behind my eyes, hot as a soldier’s gunshot. Hear it. Insist now-l care-or I’ll become someone else’s ordinary. Is this Love, or just the Void?