Empty Sadness (Pt.1) Poem by Brya Main

This is my routine confession,
Further evolved is my depression.
Surrounding walls seem to shrink,
This fragile mind strains to think.
The soul within; deafening screams,
Held inside by weakened seams.
A fight brews deep, down to the core,
These eyes of mine grow constant sore.
Cheeks of crimson from fiery tears,
Racing thoughts of toil and fears.
Muscles ache through & through,
Everyday; a pain that's new.
Happiness; a distant dream,
Emptiness; the remaining steam.
Darkness folds around this heart,
There is no longer a comforted part.
Each day that rises seems ever cold,
Every night that sets brings time to hold.
Clutched within its cold tight fist,
Eternity holds me in its mist.
Can not breathe the heavy air,
Coldness biting everywhere.
Can't escape chaotic madness,
This is still my Empty Sadness.*