The emptiness curling within

Pushes out against my cold, numb skin.

My insides thinning into nothing but air

My fingers touch upon nothing but tears

I wake up screaming but no one can hear. 

 

I sit alone knowing what thinking can do 

I sit alone doing what thinking leads to

The pain is not there it is somewhere else

Perhaps the same place where this feeling is felt 

 

It  finds me again the very next day

Another week with me it will stay 

The touch of a man, the tip of a blade

One day I hope these feeling will fade 

 

Pictures of comfort and smells of home

Conflict in the mind with what you know

The fist you felt the love you saw

The talk you never had before

Under the blanket or behind the door 

The emptiness curls within once more.