Emptiness

And it is not the emptiness 

Which is perturbing, which gnaws at the insides of your mind -

It's those thoughts

Those intrusive thoughts which have taken it on themselves

To push you into the depths of overthinking,

And then some more overthinking,

Until you get trapped into abysmal devastation.

At least emptiness does have the probability 

Of yours filling that void with something of your choice -

Your chosen thoughts, chosen feelings, perhaps, and if your are lucky

Some chosen emotions.

But what about when you already have a tempest of unwanted emotions 

Swirling around in your mind,

Ones which you cannot seem to get rid of?

I do not know why people seem to fear emptiness -

Why would they not understand the immense turmoil

Of having something vehemently despised 

Trapped within the confines of that brain,

While they could simply just have nothing.

No thoughts, no worries, just the sound of silence -

An unknowingly soothing silence, much more melodious 

Than the cacophony of those rushed vicious emotions.

It's not the emptiness that some have ever felt the trepidation of,

Those chosen few, who reel under the immensely chaotic storm 

Of emotions and thoughts, all the times.