Scribble On A Page Of Nothing Poem by Mark Hopwood

As the wind howls outside and the walls moan with passion
The ground draws me into it and cries for my soul
What's left of the moon disappears behind the clouds
And then emerges again brighter than ever,
I sit on the floor staring through the window at the darkness that is my life.

My eyes cloud over and everything is hazy
My shoes on the floor have nowhere to run to
The ceiling seems to be getting closer to me
As it comes down to me, i sink lower from it
I feel lower than low and the the moon vanishes once again.

The wind gives an almighty scream and then seems to die
My emotions flash through themselves and my eyes grow sore
Even the music emanating from the T.V. is no comfort
And the night towers over me with the demons flailing around my mind,
The solitude of the darkness is overpowering and I'm totally alone.

The moon returns and shows some light
But it's no match for the negativity of the darkness
The minutes tick away slowly as I lie on the floor
And the wind cries out into the cold dark emptiness
I stare at this piece of paper and gaze over the writing,
My life is endless scribble on pages of nothing.