Vacuum

It's my stomach yelling “Hungry!”

And my morning brain each Monday

It's a pause after the lightning

Heartbeats stopping when it's frightening

It's an endless void of space and

Desolation of a wasteland

It's a long queue...waiting...waiting

A blank canvas prior to painting

It's a feeling that you're leaving

Having nothing to believe in

It's a deep hole in a dark room

It's an airless, empty vacuum