That pit in my soul… 

a space left unfilled

The harder I struggle,

the deeper it drills

Its emptiness constant,

dominion unsure

A puppet on tethers,

with vacuum secured

One choice left unspoken,

whose die never cast

To reach through the darkness,

the blindness unmasked

A backfill is starting,

my cavern relines

The light has reentered

—new future defined

(The New Room: January, 2022)