emptiness is a feeling too...

Emptiness is a feeling too…

Today I felt that pain again.
Yes. An ache that’s always there
Yet peaks like mountain tops
And also used to trough…
In the hours, the unchanging times
I thought I had you.

My pain is of hopelessness,
Of lost love and misfortune,
It could be of envy
Or any of his kith and kin,
Yet I know deep down
My torment is of a wild nature.
It’s of an anger that oozes,
Drips out of every pore of my ire skin
Entrapping me…
But occasionally,
I catch a glimpse of something
That makes it all seem worthwhile
And I go on, jaded, but willing to fight for the day.

That delicate daisy o’er there did nothing to harm me,
But then nor did the spider under my foot.
Crushed, crushed like my tender soul,
And burned by the glare of the Son.
And now I feel nothing more than emptiness,
Praying anger would come and find me again,
But no,
This feeling appears to be nothing
Yet it is the one that drives me to destruction.