Black

Nothing seen, still everything, a wish,
Wanting all, everywhere, giving away nothing,
Pulls in, grabbing, no chance of a skirmish,
No chance of help, not even a serving.
It such a sham, so much that it's surprising,
All know what's there. Why its not out?
Well that's worth surely a questioning.
If nothing else, at least a  wholesome shout.
Nothingness, blank, void, emptiness, call it what you want,
You can be afraid, abhor, detest, put down, but ignore you can't.
It's an enigma. Understand it? Comprehend? Oh! You shan't.
It's something man hasn't been able to grasp, only talk,
Something he takes for granted, though at it he does balk,
It fills the universe, the things that we don't see, it's all the black.