I see the fall of everything that I love
It slips slowly through my fingers as I struggle to hold on
As I lose touch with who I know myself to be
For I can only be happy with nothing for so long
Before I have to have something, anything, to feel alive
For the emptiness inside grows much like hope…
It feeds on what it is given, thriving on every crumb
As time and time again, hope bares only the bitter fruit of dismay
Withering a little more upon the vine at every instance
Fermenting under the constant process of loss
Becoming a creeping toxin unto the soul
Enticing doubts and fears, beckoning sorrow closer
The emptiness devours every sliver of my joy
As it cracks and it shatters beneath the weight of waiting…
Waiting on something, anything, to get better
So as to fill the emptiness with hope once more
Starving the darkness that now consumes me