Everything I Love. Lost. Poem by Dakota Bynum Bynum

The people, the objects, the memories. All things that have had an influence over my life, are nothing. In my words I pour all my sorrow, all my anguish. I spiral into a dark chasm, a chasm birthed by the void of silence and despair. An unending monument of hopelessness. I look for the light, but I am always disappointed, why believe in something that doesn't exist. In my head the screams of rage echo across the vast expanse loneliness. I am alone. Forever alone. I find solace in the dark, the silence comforts me. I am not alone completely, I do hear voices and whispers. The chains that bind my soul clang and speak to me. The drops of my tears echo in the pool of languish. I am alone. Surrounded by nothing. No one. I cry out to no avail, I cry out only to hear nothing in return. I am an artist of depression, that paints on a black canvas, with a pallet of black. And I have created my master piece.