Empty
Empty


Here, I sit,
Amidst all shadows,
With all sunshine withdrawn,
And confined,
I embrace the empty feeling,
That diseases my heart,
Tearing it apart.
With rhetorical questions piling up,
Every challenging day,
Was but a struggle,
To kick out that loneliness.
And insane as I was,
I engaged in battling,
With that voidness,
That had now possessed me,
And stripped me off myself.
Eventually letting the old skin peel,
I lost myself,
Far from realization and return.
Isolation was now,
The only companion,
Caressing her,
Lonely friend.