December 6, 2014~1100

There is a place I know of,
void of feeling,
Once lush, with peaceful ambiance,
Now, but a numbing emptiness,
Destined for me,
I can’t hide from it,
For this place resides inside.
Desperately searching for an existence,
Something, anything, to fill this void.
This emptiness.
This festering agonizingly numbing emptiness.

-KSmith

*Commentary

Every morning, I wake up feeling incomplete,
Every night, I lie alone in bed feeling empty.
Time scars the wounds of the past.
I know this, but no one knows how much
time it actually takes, and its different for
everyone.
I can only hope to wake up one morning, feeling
fulfilled, no longer empty inside.
But until then, its an internal struggle
between myself… and time…