A Short Walk

The emptiness of my loss is reducing me to nothing, I am sliding into the arms of the chasm, my days grow shadows, as the mind ever weakens the light of sight is slowly being devoured. Coldness has gripped at the center of me, the fire fails to warm the sun refuses to shine, flames that once lit my soul are now gathered in the corners consumed to ash my moments of clarity are fading... into the distance, rambling seconds of insanity creep into cracks and chips forming in my eyes, delusions trick me onto the mile A gaping hole widens in my chest my ribs now rattle with the wind, fingers no longer find purchase passing through this world into the next And so, the long road to lunacy is no longer quite so far, it is just round the corner waiting for me