Dreamers Void

Pitch black & filled with irreverent colour
Dreamers void
Standing atop my own
Raging fire sit on the palm of this hand
Cast you out to fall
Snow begins to fall the colour of ash
No angel on any shoulder
The devil that resided there runs and hides at the horror
Questions asked, only one
Speak…. Speak…. Little, lost, soul

An old draft that fell in to the void – ‘How I Live Each Day’

I awaken in darkness greeted by the pain left behind

Where I used to see joy I see only sorrow barren and lifeless with not path to follow

Is this the fate I have to endure

To live alone with no hope of more

Friends and family gather in aid trying to reduce this pain that has stayed

Life alone is my choice keeping friends of the edge

Its better this way and keeps them safe

Each day wandering will this ever go away, will this ever stop