Somewhere along the bleak emptiness,
Where reside melancholy and contrite.
Downcast spirits are in a mess,
Long oppressed feelings are in a fight.
Distant memories are creeping in at a fast pace,
Shattered, left all alone in an underlying oneness.
Hopelessly abandoned, without a trace,
Still despondent, in partial numbness..
Finding comfort in gloom,
I'm able yet vulnerable..
Heading towards doom,
Stuggling so hard to remain stable.
Fear of the known, setting off in trepidation..
Dreadful spirits surround me thereby,
Crestfallen, without realization,
Wondering all this while, where would salvation lie..
