There's this space.
Un-fulfilled.
Un-attained.
Soaked and left
To dry.
This space,
A blinding black.
Shattering white.
An anti gravity fall.
From here,
There's no
Coming back.
It's a remains
Of unburnt skin.
Ruins of a sea
That's dead.
Of that hope
Only despair is
Left.
I wait here like
It's a to be
Done away scar.
A to be won war.
But you never
Look back.
And
Un-fulfilled,
Un-attained,
This space has
Become,
An unfathomable
Void.