Voids

I wake to nothing, a void
Of mind and life.
Voids of meaning,
And joy and sadness and time.
I've weathered through this battle like a stone through a flood, but I am no mountain.
This flood fills my brain with toxic mist,
My mind being choked by it's grasp,
As the tendrils of everything pick away at my soul.
Voids of happiness and sadness.
Emotional scabbing, stopping the blood-flow of meaning.
This is life.
This is existence.
This is eternity.
A circle of the same envelopes time.
A ring of familiarity entraps my universe.
The stars, once a beacon of wonder, are all just dots in the sky.
Voids of everything.

(((Chez)))

((((Chez))))

((((( Chez )))))