The Emptied

My mind hungered the untimeliness of shattered existence above all grave battered thoughts sullen whispers quiet hushes I employed to write to empty oneself into an invisible crowded realm ecstasy of the soul craving my hearts glow the brilliant hue that send signals down my spine as if I'd swallowed the sun capturing necessity illuminating fields of joy my bones cringed beneath my flesh holding my pen I'd write of sadness madness courage and mirth a rapture awaiting newness fanatically so the meeting of the minds shall gather in spite my absence an yet I invited myself deep inside criticism once again vaguely I'd remember a time of calm creating prose and song shaking off writers block like a bad poisoning chiseling away at a masterpiece hidden within the braising wall I'd cleverly built around myself protecting my craft my work exposing my scars revealing emptiness very closely dancing with insanity uncertainty merely unfolding leaf's binderies of truth of love