We come in pieces

A Poem by fillingthev0id

This was initially written about my writer's block experience that lasted far too long, however it sort of spiralled out of control and had many many more ideas, or rather pains put into it.

I dream that I'm falling,
and the distance to my settlement grows.
Unnerved, I scramble, and worry,
who knows?

I contemplate the forces pulling me down,
My subconscious is warning me,
I'm about to drown.

The darkness of my inability,
My loss of control,
Pains me more than my failure,
To compel my soul.

Shadows dwell in the corners of my mind,
they're angered by their suppression,
Hoping, needing, pleading with myself,
to find.
The outlet, the exit,
My cure.

It burns against the hollow of my skull,
An Icy blaze of emptiness,
Incomplete, betrayed,dull.
Oh when will the beautiful images caress?

I'm loosing the essence,
The second life within me,
That shatters the cold, meaningless presence.
Like the air that I breathe,
It wants to be free.

My solace is crumbling,
My guards unravelling,
The world is closing,
The darkness growing.

The only thing pushing me forward is the hope that it will return,
It's arrival has become my sole,
waking concern.

But my cries remain unanswered,
And my faith is shining dim,
Maybe it was nothing but a temporary whim.

I've lost myself, If I'm loosing the fight,
And my sanity is fumbling,
To evade the fright.
And so proceeds the numbing.