I’m forcing myself

To write again

For there is an emptiness in me

That needs to be filled

 

It seems that dusk is all I walk through

Never truly sad

But also never really happy

 

Engaged with a constant struggle with myself

I feel enervated

I must be a fool

To fight myself

And still seem to lose

 

Something is missing

Something I seek

But cannot seem to keep

 

Scarcely, I let the old scars heal

Without the wish for retaliation

I resumed myself

But then the emptiness came

 

I felt much less

Colder than ever before

 

I need some warmth again

Someone that wouldn’t be a mirage

Is that to much to ask for