The Void
Anna-Varney Cantodea
As a child I admired
Other children's fantasy
Their power of imagination
(Or was it sheer insanity?)
To call a friend
Such magical ability
From the darkness, from the void
Into their world, and make him real
I am made now
Of sarcasm and pain
Because, for six illusive years
In the most twisted way
What I once wished for
Somehow became true
The friendship that
I held so dearly
It was all imaginary, too
How could I have been so stupid
That I never realised
The bond, I thought we shared
Was only in my mind?
How could I have been so stupid
That I never realised
The friend, I loved so deeply
Lived only in my mind!
