the emptiness comes again. from nowhere.
from everywhere. it is there, in the broad
daylight. it is there, lurking in the shadows.
it follows me.
most of the time, the emptiness is full.
like a meal, stuffing to the brim.
a glass with overflowing water.
most of the time, things are fine.
then, there is hunger. the glass
shatters on the floor and i am
devoured.
the pain from inside ebbs
away. and every time it visits, it
takes one little piece away.
a memory, a feeling, a dream.
but then the fullness returns.
the happiness. the content.
i see it though
for it is always there. waiting
for me. until i am weak
until all my energy is gone.
it rests on my shoulder, asking
me questions i will never
answer

it haunts me