At the end
Of anything it’s
Often horribly dark
Cold and dank
It’s because we
Keep looking at
What once was
Emptiness is empty
Missing those things
That once filled
Then we turn
And see something
Else there out
There on the
Horizon and life
Not us moves
Us forward that
Thing out there
That thing that
We move slowly
Towards is hope
Hope of tomorrow
Of something better
Of a future
Absent of emptiness
