My Beautiful Void

A feeling living inside most depressed souls...

A void

In my heart,

my soul,

And my head.

 

That void,

Filling me with pain

With aching agony.

This void

A beautiful disaster

Beauty in form of pain

Pain and torment.

My void,

Controlling my senses,

My body,

And my soul.

Oh how I admire that beautiful,

 tormenting void.

Author's Note

My beautiful agony....

What do you guys think? :-)

Reviews

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

Amanda, this is very Zen-like... describing and emoting a nothingness. It makes (this) one think... how can a 'nothing' (a void) be something and how can it illicit/control/direct/source human emotion? If 'nothing' can do that then it is surely something and a beauty worth admiration. Well done! :)

[Amanda J. S.]

Thank you! This was exactly what I was trying to achieve!

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T. Serrat]

Woo hoo! ...finally, nailed one. A poet(ess) is a living oxymoron. Makes you wonder what they feed them, doesn't it? :o)

[Amanda J. S.]

Haha, yeah :-)

[Dr. Wood ?]

It has been many many years since I was ever depressed and I have never clinically suffered from depression. I do know many that have and I think they would relate to this far more than I could...This was as good as anything you have done I think...You clearly have an insight into that dark world

[Amanda J. S.]

Yeah.. I have had some spots in my short life... :-)

[Dr. Wood ?]

must help to appreciate the good spots though

[Amanda J. S.]

Yeah :-) it really does