Void

Every night, 

I dream nothing but a void;

A void-creating unnecessary ruckus.

I try to locate the sounds

The jingle, the swiss, the trickle 

But all I see is a void

Trying to make me aware

Of some impending disaster.

I smell something rotten and pungent;

I try to close my nose

But all in vain

My hands are shackled

I can't move, can't utter a word

Just keep on watching

That dark and gloomy void.