Chris Bradshaw - Emptiness

Some go out for family
Others seeking fame
But what I'm running after
Flows on without a name

It exists in your affection
And grows up inside trees
I feel it in the evening
When my tired spirit's free

And when the final demons
Are driven from my heart
I can fade with honest answers
And arise to better starts

Chris Bradshaw

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/emptiness-61/