Deep within me
there is a void,
blacker-than-black
   and cavernous.
I have known this
since childhood.
The void is there,
and an emptiness
   so final
that I want to weep.
In that dark, deep
   place
my soul of soul resides ,
and it is enveloping --
this void within me:
it calls to me
in terrors of the night.
It whispers to me on sunlit
   afternoons,
when I think I am
   at peace.
I shudder, and the
skin of my eyes
   peels away.
Deep within me
there is a void,
black, so black --
and cavernous.