The things that are taken weren't really mine
I feel though my deprivation is a fate of time
The consuming void turns it sight to my soul
Like a sea my life surrounds my body
The dark depths reach out their hand
No place exists for me alone
I feel a drive that pulses through my soul
I see a sunrise for only my eyes to see
The fear of failure has no place in my mind
The ray of light turns a hideous mauve in color
My sight must turn to other things
I see only the nothingness that takes its place in my life
Even the void has its substance when I am present
Like a sore my mere presence breaks that balance
I shall fight the nothing with everything