Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Void

Tonight I have nothing.   The void inside me has eaten all that remained of my creative spirit and has given ghosts in return.  I am spent, my mind awash with the contained thoughts of that which I can not hold; can not touch.

An ache fills me as I sit and think that in spite of the puppet-show that I put on, I have nothing awaiting my return.  No arms to take me in or welcome me home.

All in all, it is just another day in the life.  A life which is mine to own and no others.

A life of regrets, scars and hard lessons; a life of endless voids.

Is there nothing more for me than these words?

The void grows and I am nothing but its shadow.