emptiness

emptiness is a she.

lost in a maze

made up of mass confusion

and illusions.

i don't know that this is real

i don't know anything…

not anymore.

my feet slip out from under me,

my feet no longer touch the floor.

my hands become unfeeling.

i see i am touching

but i can not feel the touch.

is it soft?

is it rough?

i don't know.

my fingertips brush against surfaces,

all surfaces within reach,

yet they remain unfeeling.

there are no words to fill my mouth.

there are not words to describe

the feeling of emptiness that arrived.

she arrived with several bags one day,

standing on my doorstep.

i ask her to leave every chance i get

yet she never goes away.

her things are strewn about my space,

cluttering my mind.

i can not think with all her things

pushing their way through,

pushing their way into my time.

emptiness does not pack light.