a pit of nothing
filled with every drop of fury
that has never been forged.
a hole
a gap
an empty space
nothing can do a lot of something
if given the proper arsenal
of weapons from pain and sorrow
the ache makes my chest throb
it pushes and compresses my lungs
to breathe, i struggle
i cannot explain why it exists
or what gave it the power it wields over me
i can only feel it, silently
the ache pounds beneath my ribcage
it is a bird breaking free of its cage
but the cage is glass,and the bird is an elephant
it throbs and pulses, it hurts me
yet i allow it to coexist inside of myself
because it is a part of me
it thrives off of my suffering
it feeds on my depair
and lives to provide my fear
and yet, i seek it.
