this poem is something i wrote after watching the episode with the Void. the Void is Hell and there is nothing. thus, the torture of nothing. tell me what you think please!! disclaimer: i dont own doctor who. i thought it a good idea for a disclaimer, just to be safe. even though this poem doesn't actually mention doctor who.
a second title for this is Inside the Void. i just wasnt sure which title i wanted to use.
Torture of Nothing
No love, no hate
No color, no slate
No food, no sleep
No sound, no peep
No screams, no sobs
No people, no mobs
No stories, no books
No touches, no looks
No tears, no laughter
No before, no after
No hearing, no sight
No weakness, no might
No Moon, no stars
No Sun, no Mars
No light, no dark
No hope, no ark
No faith, no trust
No pixie dust
Nothing, nothing at all
Nothing to haunt you but fear
Not a thing,
And it's all torture…
so... what'd you think? i liked writing the poem! of course the episode made me cry, but this poem was good. please review!!!