Space by J.E. (Writing Our Stories)

It's spacious, vast,

empty and open like my soul.

It's large and noticeable,

but I still don't fit in.

It's been here too long.

I feel like an old 80's song.

I'm floating away,

but to where?

It's crazy that I only see flaws

and how crows only say ka-caw.

My pieces and parts don't match

like the bad partnership of Hobbs and Shaw.

Will I ever see a light

except for those out of sight?

I'm entering the void!

I see only the painful past.