These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Quest for Home in Verse: Chapter #2, The Nothing

Spinning Hole of Blackness rare shreds all Hope they know
Sleep relieves of Quest his care, reunion helps Hope grow.

What's wrong with me? Where is my faith? I spoke, but it won't stop.
Now falling, ever falling free. What's floor and what is top?
The Nothing was a mass of something, but what he did not know.
No walls. No mud. No trees to thud could stop the falling flow.

At first, the frightened cub could see not one thing, more nor less,
but slowly and more surely came dull colors out to bless.
The purple hues, dark blue, and green brought Christmas tree to light,
and Momma's face was clearly seen through wispy shades of night.

In that short moment, snatched away, his Mom was out of reach,
which left Quest spinning there in darkness, stripped of cheery speech.
"When will this end? Why am I here? Am I about to die?
Will someone help me please I beg? I need somewhere to cry."

A snowball whizzed right past his face. "Will this mist never clear?
"When will I know something for sure? Will I be free from fear?"
Despair full grasped of him the throat. He coughed and gasped for air.
"Why did I leave my bed today? I miss my Mother's hair."

The laughing, large, red-suited man relieved the bear a bit,
but he was gone so quickly, too, and joyful laughing quit.
"What is this place? What mean these sights? Is Space this empty lair?
So big this naught. It must have friends, an army great out there."

The cub remembered stories that his parents read to him.
The dark it ate, the great abyss out-grabbed to pull folks in
Alone and hopeless, still he searched in situation's bad
for something new to give him hope, and then he saw his Dad.

by Jay O'Toole
on May 31st, 2019