Dark Voice

Always a calling

Always a voice

Always an answer

Always a choice

Sometimes bitter

Sometimes sweet

Sometimes far away

Sometimes at my feet

Never far away

Yet never close behind

A spot of darkness

Stains my mind 

Stop

I am my own anchor

I am my own ball and chain

Memories tied to my sordid past

Bring forth fountains of pain

I need no reminders of the failure I am

Lure

At the edge of the dark water

Will the lure 

Of the dark comfort

Draw me in

Giving way 

To what I am tired of fighting

So tired, so god awful tired

Quiet

That voice

That ugly nagging voice

You know

That voice

The one that constantly

Reminds me

Of what an utter

Failure 

I am

Reminds me of every failure

Constantly

Incapable of overcoming

This wall 

Of failures

Or the voice that reminds me

Pseudo

The tears they roll freely down my cheeks

The fears, unfounded, they make me seek

Sudden, onset sorrow, it barely lets me speak

Misplaced, for these feelings they make me want to hide

Invasive and pervasive, they simply have no place inside

Yet they swarm and gather and overwhelm my space

I am left feeling totally out of place

Gasping

Plagued by unending waves of emotion

Drowning in a sorrowful sea

I want to run but I flail

I want to talk but I wail

My mind is an empty wasteland

As vast as a star filled night

No compass

No guidance

No drive

No motivation

Nothing

Nothing but grief 

Nothing but feelings of emptiness

Nothing but feelings of inadequacy

Nothing but feelings

No action

Nothing

Nothing

Nothing

Faces

The face of the lonely man

In the mirror

He knows not why

He does not understand

How he ended up where he is

What happened

Where does he go now

Missing, missing

So much gone

So hard

So very, very hard

Broken

Broken

Broken

He is a burden

Lost in a vortex

Of emptiness