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