Deep within the void,
A voice is heard,
Bellowing with pain,
Crying out for help
Can anyone hear
The echoes of a hollow heart
That wishes to be heard…

Sometimes, most times,
The silence is so loud
That the heart grows fond of it.
Alas! ‘Twas not meant to be.
But who shall listen to –
The echoes of a hollow heart
That wishes to be heard…

One day, some day,
I hope the echo finds its voice,
Out of the chambers of the hollow,
I pray that from within the heart’s abyss,
From deep down the mind’s solitude
Hope will rise once again,
From the crevices of the hollow heart.

(c) Chukwudi I.