Sorrow

There’s something missing.
An empty feeling persists. 
It blinds me, 
Unwilling to see
Or hear shit. 
I’m finding, 
No matter the reasons, 
I’m bleeding. 
This hemorrhage 
Is filling my lungs
To the tip of the spear.
This is it 
I’m dying. 

But 
nothing has changed. 
It remains the same.
Will I continue to stand in the rain 
Day after day
Without an unbrella or 
Rain jacket to shield the torment. 
No sorbet to soak up 
My fuck ups.

Silencing my self again.
Co-signing on things I have
Yet to experience. 
Profiling,
Suspicions have risen again.
I’m destroying it all before it has 
A chance to begin. 
And then.

Darkness
Swallows
My light source.
The world around me departs from this Outpost.
Yes, splits from end to end.
Life lost. 
How can I survive? 
When I have tried 
Time after time.

I’m fine. 
That’s what I keep telling myself. 
But when all the contents drain to the Outside 
Like a shattered chem light 
what’s left will be exposed 
And the whole world shall 
Know my sorrow.