Light Poem by Skylark Woodrow

I feel so empty,
Hollow.
My days march past,
One after another, void and meaningless.
It has become so that even my head is no longer filled with thoughts.
For others the sun rises and sets,
Alternating between light and darkness,
But as for me.....all is darkness.
It courses through my veins,
And settles deep within the marrow of my bones.
Like water it fills my lungs;
Choking out life,
Leaving nothing but a corpse.
I know that the sun always rises...eventually;
I just have to make it till dawn.
But it can be so hard to make it through the night if you feel like you'll never see the light.

(2017.11.19)