Beyond

its like wandering through an empty cemetery

its like roaming through a fireless hell

this emptiness, raging through my heart.

its like hearing a voice in the distance

incapable of discerning what is spoken;

its like gazing at a canvas half finished,

never to fully comprehend the artists’

Desires.

why can i not put words to this 

blackness?

why can i not describe this darkness in my

soul?

my heart lingers beneath these crimson

florets,

ever desiring to be free of this shadow’s

shackles.

a failing yearning for meaning,

a dying aspiration for reason;

in the end, i am nothing more...

than a fading memory.