Rucksack of Make Believe

My rucksack of make believe

Is soon to run out,

But for now I will spend.

The day has been long,

The evening tired,

And the lonely night

Needs some food to sleep.

I don't live alone,

But with a breathing void,

Who just speaks and speaks

But is never really heard.

I don't sleep alone,

But with a breathing silence,

Who is felt and always felt

But never really warm.

The silent void breathes 

As the night tries to feed,

But never a morsel does it eat.

Hungry it remains awake

And tries in vain to speak.

Yet it screams, it is loud,

But what more I hear is,

How that silent void

You have left behind, breathes.

There's no more left to spend,

It's all run out, it's empty-

My rucksack of make believe.