A sense of void,
Fills up my mind.
Of hope, My soul is devoid,
Crushed by the grind.
I feel myself in a vacuum,
My thoughts so stale.
Am I set for doom,
What holds in my tale?
A life so plain,
You it does feel the pain.
A book so colorless,
All I feel is needlessly hapless.
With a baggage of fancies and whim,
I float in my shapeless dreams.
To be realised never ever,
More elusive than a pimpernel.
Will the sun rise over the horizon,
Or set before a dawn bright?
The thoughts color my eyes crimson,
Set my psyche in a fright.
Should I let go of my frail soul,
Should I hold on in the raging tsunami?
How can I calm my dark ghoul,
The answers are hidden within me.
It is a void,
It will be fulfilled.
I wish to cease being an android,
My soul will be healed.
|Mind In a Void|
P.S. For the last few days, feeling of emptiness have been strong. The void is talking, and talking aloud. My mind is empty and disturbed.
Why is there a void? What do I do to fulfill the void? Questions are many. Answers are few. I seek answers from myself, but don't have any responses. Indeed, my mind is an extremely sorry state.
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