Saturday, June 30, 2012


It fills, but it is emptiness in itself. It is always there, but it is abandonment. You can't stop it or control it. It just is.


No noises come to break this dark
To finally repair this broken heart
Darkness, quiet, all alone
When will I finally find my home
Chilling emptiness, nothing here
But fading memories and this threatening fear
The dark seeps inside me
Freezing my blood and numbing my heart
Lost in this dark, this brokenness
Trying to find a new start

June 22, 2010

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