Title: Three Writer: Will

I feel it coming once again as the mist slowly seeps into my skin The damp echoes in the darkness reflect off my soul and I feel the emptiness within An unconceivable feeling surges through my body, filling the emptiness with sorrow Never knowing what the next day will hold, or even knowing if I want to live to see tomorrow A blackness oozes over the sorrow eating at my soul and rotting at my flesh I reach down deep into myself and grasp it hoping to rip it out of my chest But no matter how much I gain I can never seem to get rid of the rest For some unknown reason this deep dark feeling with me became obsessed I sit in the soothing darkness with questions to which answers I cannot find Sometimes coming to the ideal realization that these feelings are just an illusion of the mind How can my own mind and just mere illusions manifest such great pain inside? Pain at such magnitudes that it feels as though my emotions have dissipated to nothing and died Only this self-conscious darkness that resides in the unseen corners of my mind knows what it seeks Stalking with much patience anticipating it’s time to strike sending my tolerance to its highest peak Oddly at times darkness is comforting and soothing, in the darkness I blindly confide Entrusting in myself that I’ve done right in not removing, that this bittersweet feeling and I can coincide Concealing itself nine out of twelve it leaves me recuperation time and sets the odds fair No matter the extent of the concealment, every time I close my eyes, I can feel that it’s still there

The emptiness that love leaves behind when it's gone can never easily nor fully be deminished; For it is awareness, understandment, and self inflicted happiness that is the other piece of the puzzle of emptiness. A two piece puzzle, ages birth to death.

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