do the words fall off your lips
just as the pain dips and reaches
it's lowest point? do you feel it there,
deep like an ache in a joint.
rare
is it,
the absence.
the multiple facets inhabit
every corner of your heart,
those near and those far.
even in the dark, you can feeling it pulling you apart.
sleep is but a distant memory.
how heavenly true rest would be.
thoughts of darkness envelope and you harness the selfish thoughts, weaponize them against that same void that tries to make a fool of you; it nearly destroyed your soul a while ago but now you will fight the deep black of night.