Emptiness

Withdrawn from the world outside my window,
I watch through the cracks of the blinds.
Voices echo from below my window,
Thunder rattles my walls.

I am alone and feeling the weight of my company,
Seeing my own weaknesses in vivid color,
Fearing my own shortcomings,
Second-guessing my life.

Thoughts echo against the walls,
Bare emotions surface exposing flesh,
Vulnerable before my own eyes,
Digging at myself.

Worthlessness takes root,
Love and affection seem distant,
Tears well inside,
I am alone.

The weight of my depression pulls at my defenses,
Everything is wasted,
I hope you understand,
I am nothing.

There is a moment of light,
The wind blows,
Darkness takes hold,
A frozen picture in oblivion.

© Steven Johnston