Being in the Void
My life has become a void,
Drawing in those who are pure and innocent
Them none the wiser as to who I am
Than that of who I know myself to be.
With the winds of change, I am there,
Never staying long enough to learn.
Truths of myself hidden behind my eyes,
Even in the mirror of reconciliation.
What does it take to know mysefl?
Who has this answer, I seek, if not me?
When will I surrender to that person
And accept the gift I ask for?
I fear that I will no longer grow
Into the person I have always been.
I will dwindle down to the root of insanity,
Long enough to devour my heart
with bloodied teeth, I shall end my reality.
My soul sores about it all, With nothing to grasp,
The abstract Idealisms within my fading body
Remind me that Im still lost among this concrete
Void that my mind creates of my being.
