in
toward the darkness that engulfs souls and
forces the eye to peer
into oblivion

dare i look into
my hell and turn my back to the hollow world
as i know it

out

amongst the blackness, amongst
the fear
is
the unknown

in

times like these i wonder
when i'll start seeing light again

out

strange fruits
the jug empties
with mixed comments

And of love
who raises the questions
that the heart
has little power
to control

There's a hole inside me.
I've learned to hide it to the point I can't even tell.
But on nights like these it bothers me.
How tiny I feel on this huge earth.
The pain of reminiscing memories that come back to haunt me.
Left inside thoughts that drown me.
They won't allow me to sleep.
If I were to sleep the nightmares will wake me.
Only if I could have you right here
Next to me.
Or to talk to me in someway.
I don't know how I can explain any of my missing pieces but all I know is.
If you were here the entire puzzle would fade away.
I could rest peacefully in my dreams.
As long as you held me in my sleep.
Then this hole inside me would cease to be.

A truth derived
out of the last armful of days:
“the heart just don’t quit.”
Despite the whole of it,
I stop dreaming each morning
to the beat of my own—
a soft, rhythmic reminder
that I’m still here;
still here
with breath to waste
if I wish.

Do you love me
       Or do you not?
You told me once,
        But I forgot.