Introspection

Introspection
A quiet emptiness and acceptance,
fills the the dark void inside,
Still I suffer from dreams of desperation,
and ask God for a semblance of salvation,
and an inkling of the truth that hides.Maybe its me...my destiny,
This is the place I'm supposed to be.
Taking each day to tear apart my thoughts,
reducing them to something I can examine,
hold in my hands, strive to understand.
To simply be once more... just me.So the nights didn't offer refuge
And sleep wouldn't let me escape,
For even in dreams, one thinks, one feels
And sometimes I still wake up feeling worse,
I wake up wondering what is real
and what is a dream.I've ripped the scab off old wounds,
Applied the salve of memories,
burying an abusive tongue
beneath a wall of silence, with no regret.
Now, in the infinite hours of dark tranquility,
I find myself slipping further and further away.