Emptiness
Helplessness
A crack in my being
Through which all feeling is fleeing.
A splinter in my soul
Dug deeper than the largest hole
Ever growing,
But never showing
Whilst I must admit it is home to my inner creatures,
They are not all without their good features.
A source of my creativity,
Despite its terrible implications and my hate
I hope my splinter never leaves me,
For I cannot imagine what I would do without my gate,
Because I may be as dark as coal,
Without this splinter in my soul.