Void within

From the 9 writings of melancholy

Void within..if there is something it is..it is familiar
Language fails to tell how it feels
And safe as it can be, it makes me wonder
If everything else was false or real?
What lead me astray?..and then I remember

What I forgot as I stepped into the darkness embrace
And it feels like a literal void
Like an early morning light soft daze
Like the wrong answer to the wrong question
And all what I acclaimed true slowly fades