Poems of a mended artist.

Void

In the dark, 

without sanity or insanity, 

take the road to to the empty space, 

follow till you get erased. 

It's how it all ends, 

at least for us, 

so it seems. 

With others trying to help, 

you keep trying to escape yourself, 

like you need to hide, 

but here I am, please don't cry. 

You are loved, I don't lie. 

At least I won't, not to you. 

I wish to tell you every truth left unspoken and every secret I've kept hidden. 

Though it seems I have done just that, 

wait till you hear the crack. 

You're in my mind, 

in my heart, 

so listen. 

You'll hear the crack as it turns farther black, 

the void is all consuming, 

all controlling. 

I try but to fix things seems overwhelming, 

The walls crack more so find a way out, 

find a way out before it all crashes to the floor. 

But there is no open door. 

Trapped along side me, 

in this room,

in this void, 

empty of all the joy it used to hold so close. 

all the love it held so dear.