Emptiness...

I refuse to say what is needed,
I don't know whether to be quiet,
Or be heard in this emptiness.
Is it wrong to feel wanted and
Be like a veiled woman in a desert,
Reassurances are good only
If they held meaning.
What am I to say when the world,
Unto itself makes you feel parched.
Emotions stirred inside you pricks,
The seering pain is ecstasy..
But the feeling of pain remains,
Unwound and unbound in this vastness.