Adrift in Nothingness
There is something wrong.
I cannot put my finger on it.
It's something intangible.
It racks my soul with intensity like nothing else.
It's a splinter in my mind,
Causing a furious but phantom burning in my skull.
A shadow clenches my heart,
Squeezing with a perverted delight.
It takes shelter in my longs,
Grinning as every breath I take becomes more and more strained.
While I am filled with this demon I feel emptiness.
Emotions no longer come easy.
Joy and humor are lost on me.
The only emotions I endure are anger, despair, and sorrow.
My hands tighten into a fist
But my muscles cannot lift my arms.
They are dead,
Unable to perform because they see no reason to.
I, too, see no reason.
No purpose to drive me.
I am absent of meaning.
Without all of these I am a hollow shell.
A shell inviting the demons to enter.
Is this how it always was?
Is this how it always will be?
Everyday I lose one more reason to go on.
I am lost,
Alone and without direction.
And so I continue,
Adrift in nothingness…