A Dreadful Thought

A Dreadful Thought

 

What do I fear I am asked often

The simple answer is being empty

But that is not just the case

It's a curse, need for most but I 

Know if I indulge in its poisonous beauty

It becomes an aching necessity

A world of self inflicted misery

Where love ones die repeatedly

Where unlikely becomes certainty

And joy turns into sorrow and despair 

Oceans and rivers made of tears

And Screams making up the howling winds

Constantly Eroding away my heart

Till I have weeped my last scream

And cried my last tear

For that is what I fear