Call of the Void
written by: Joseph Mannino
Dark and cold
Wet and deep
Obsessive thinking
Instead of sleep
Falling slowly
Wracked with guilt
Paper temples
So poorly built
Disenchanted
Scarcely there
Impending sadness
Nerves laid bare
Sputtering light
A will worn thin
The failed revolt
Comes crashing in
Desperate bells are tolling
The keening will not abate
Assistance from above
May come a moment too late
Standing at the edge
The vastness loudly calls
Feeding the oblivion
As sanity silently falls
Quick turn
Face the strange
Take the exit
Make a change
Precipice
Almost there
One last push
Nothing’s fair
One last gasp
Dream destroyed
Heed the call
Of the void
Joseph Mannino is a Tampa Bay-based poet who had a poem turned into a song at the tender age of nine and performed for the entire school in Upstate New York. Every day since he has been spent chasing the breakout success of "Roller Skates." He has recently had several poems published in several anthologies. In complement to his passion for writing, he loves to run, climb, and cook.
Latest posts by J.S. Mannino (see all)
- Call of the Void - June 18, 2026
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