Too Much

The gap was too much

To fill it with an emotion

The sensation which was as useless 

As the emptiness of the soul happens to be

Although- nothing was incomplete 

Or incongruity seems to differ with self-esteem

With nothing as sort as to have an impact on

The life which I aimlessly pathetically roam 

It was too much of an opening 

A light crack was all needed so far

To abandon the shafts 

Or to set out the fire for the smothering night...