A Void
I am here, but I am not.
I stand in the shadows of the belonging
Trapped by four solid walls
Built by my own fucked emotions.
I can no longer endure
The turmoil of my solitary hell.
Screams of a near psychotic
Increase upon deaf ears.
The pain of desertion
Blinds my tearing eyes.
I madly claw for an exit from the human race.
Many maggots have matured into flies
Since I last touched
The key to happiness
And now I discover it lying at my feet.
I pick it up.
I hold it in my possession,
Clench it tightly between my toes,
Yet problems seem everlasting.
The key doesn’t fit
With the imagined perfection.
Groundless trepidations
Swarm my mind
Like red ants on a dying worm.
What if the locks open,
And I step through the doorway
Only to find the ground isn’t solid?
What if the door slams shut
As I disappear into the void below?
Are my fears justifiable?
Or am I simply paranoid,
Terrified of loosing my existence,
Terrified of loosing you,
For you are my existence.
