That gaping feeling
When you say everything
And they say nothing in return.
There is just this ginormous
Empty space of silence that screams
Everything you don’t want to hear.

With each step, as you near,
You may find an unbreachable outskirt.
It floats and carries on for miles upon miles.
Were a man immortal
He would find no end still.
It rises to the clouds,
It extends into the earth.
It may be found to hold a key,
One of which is not known to me.
A concealed weapon against this passive aggressive beast.
As haunting to both sides,
It ruins left and right.
Leaving mess in wake,
It will continue and savage on

Just walk away
Just leave it be,
Many have not,
And seemingly will not,
Find the door;
They won't walk through.

there it is.
that feeling
that makes your insides creak
and begins to create a reek
that permeates through each crevasse
between each tiny crack

that feeling
leaves claw marks on walls
and tightens with
each
in & out
in & out

that feeling
sends tremors down to your tips
and curls you into yourself
so that you don't drop a piece

because that feeling
has taken a hold and    
it won't let go
till it takes its toll.

that feeling
the only thing
that seems to never let go.