The Terror!

I am terrified! To write. For I am afraid I would pen down nothing but emptiness, an emptiness that has filled up my void soul, would pour out and fill this innocent paper to the brim. I'm afraid of that. This emptiness that I live in would come to you. This emptiness that I am, would lure you to fall into it. I'm quite afraid for that. So I sit down quietly on my sofa thinking into the thin dark air of the night, lit only with a dim light of a burning old tube.

      Trying to think of a thought,  so that I can de-lightly sit and think about it and where it leads to. I hear the ticking needle of the clock. A ghostly presence surrounds me and finally over powers my soul. I feel as if my hands would go through the sofa that I quietly sit upon. Oh! " What sin have I done?", to deserve this plague. This plague of being and feeling the emotion of loneliness. This plague of loneliness, that I sorrowfully enjoy. This pain of loneliness, that I joyfully swim in. This terror that I am! , terrifies this very being in my body. This terror, that strikes terror in itself just by taking one glance in front of the mirror. This Terror that is terrified by the terrible things it does.

        Such! I feel tonight. This feeling of loneliness has done to my poor soul. I begun to even question myself, " Does my soul feel the very being of life in it?", an answer that I could never find today nor tomorrow.Such! This plague of loneliness has done to me. It has made me into terror, and in return this terror is quite terrified of being itself, it doesn't have a choice.

So you may wonder why I wrote this down for your to read, even though I'm quite afraid of passing it on to you. Well! I have no choice to do so. For I am a failed writer! My thoughts only express anger and grief to the very ends of this endless universe. It is at least better to be a failed writer and express anger and sorrow, rather than to be no writer at all!!