Why Does This Emptiness Fill Up My Being? Poem by Anita Atina

Why does this emptiness fill up my being?
This black void of nothingness that envelops me
I want to do nothing
Live invisible from the world

Within but separate
There is a soul that needs to repair itself
And find the energy that once overflowed
And made everything I touched a success

But maybe this is nature’s way of saying
That after the zenith, plunge into the nadir
Of` listlessness, doubt and loneliness
I need to, for a short while, keep aside my share of life’s yolk
And walk on the quiet shores, of my life’s restless ocean