Quicksand and Fractured Souls… (A poem by Jack)

Can’t even scratch the surface…

The depths of her complexity can not be fathomed…

But the depths of my shadows are quite evident…
All-encompassing… The shadows have absorbed all light and devoured my being…

I am a black hole– my misery has swallowed me whole.. I have no means of escape…

I am hatred.. Pointed in all directions… My blows are both self-indulging and self-induced… Flooding with self-pity..

I feel the sharpness of pain… A blade slicing through the shadows…a warm blade that drips of blackness… Slicing through the dark with precision… a harnessed chaos with every stroke …

I am melancholy… Because beyond the horizon is a field of bleak… A barren field.. Fruitless and of despair… The perfect resting place for a fallen warrior…

I am fear… Because my enemy does not exist… All I see is black… All I hear are whispers… All I can feel is void… How can one fight what one can’t know is real…

I am self destructive…. I am crushed within myself.. I can’t see outside the black hole… All that I know resides within the darkness…

Where is the light? Who has my hope… Despair echoes answers.. But his veracity is questionable..

Subtle hints… My only means of encouragement… Whispers from an unknown source… From an unknown space.. With an unknown message…

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