A poem I guess.

This void inside my heart
grows endlessly off the carts.
There is no stopping it
it's like a wildfire that is not lit.
It hungers for my soul
to fill its empty hole.
Constantly consuming, its calls
for me to feed its everlasting halls.
I try to fill it with friends
but it still doesn't end.
I try to fill it with TV lights
but there is still no bottom in sight.
So I'm in its capture
there is no escape from this aperture
Until I heard His voice
giving me a choice
to fill it with living water
or live a life without the father.
I asked the father to fill me up
and he gave me drop in a cup.
I drank it and the void imploded
and from the center fire exploded.
There is no stopping it
because it is everlastingly lit.