Indie Scribe Magazine March 2014 | Page 48

I stood on the edge

of nothingness,

I wallowed

in complete isolation,

Wandering through fields

of empty space,

Just to experience

the desolation.

The vastness of reality

always eluded me

As I stared out

into the abyss,

Full of memories

long since forgotten,

Full of extraordinary

emptiness.

I recognised

those changing seasons,

They drew me closer

to despair,

When it seemed like

my depression

Would kidnap me

and leave me there.

Like feeling the pain

of loves lost

When the sun

would scorch my heart,

When every embrace

I encountered

Meant my sanity

would soon depart.