Emptiness Is Home

Listen as the night shuffles near
Smothering all in starlit fear
Featureless face of nightmares creation
The mirror tells the truth

Floorboards that shreik, underfoot
Moths that flutter in the gut
A spinning mind, a widdershin
Hope is laid to rest

Save me from my own damnation
In emptiness, my reservation
As words once prayed, now tumble down
Into a dying earth

Hollow is infatuation
We sublimate with our contagion
Alabaster skin, recoils from touch
As we all crumble down

Hold us close, but at arms length
Lives were never meant to spend
With someone attune to our ghosts
This emptiness is Home

Into the void, we're flailing, flung
Estranged from a life, now done

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This very well rhymed effort comes across as a symbolic description of depression. The last line of verse 2 tells us "Hope is laid to rest," and hopelessness is a symptom of depression. The next verse contains words like emptiness, damnation and dying, further enhancing the impression of a mood disorder. The specific cause is not named, but the next two verses hint at a lost love, one that must have been intense, because the speaker's words are banners of desolation. The last lines reinforce the aforementioned impression. I hope an emergency services hotline is available. Well done.

[Brandon Taylor-Black]

Many thanks for taking the time to read and comment on this piece. Your assessment is pretty accurate, I have suffered depression for most of my life, add to that my inclination towards the darker aspects of existence and the results are akin to the above. I find too many people treat depression and other mental ailments like contagions, stigmatising the victims. I try to access my own darkness through verse and express it. If only one person understands, that's fine. Many thanks and keep scribing.