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There’s a nothingness there,

A feeling of emptiness.

It’s eating away,

corrupting her mind.

There’s anger and hurt

building inside.

Blinding her to a reasonableness of normality.

Breathe

Slowly the fog is lifting,

There’s a glimmer of light shining through.

A belief that it may not be all that bad.

No jumping for joy,

or singing in the streets,

But a hope

that eventually all will be righted again

And she can once more breathe.

The Voice

As the alcohol deadens her feelings

and sends her off into a place of nothingness,

There continues to be an underlying voice

constantly talking and mocking.

A voice that can’t be kept quiet.

Yet she continues to reach for more

in an effort to forget

and move on.

Darkness

There’s a darkness that’s descending

Engulfing her

A shroud of self doubt and loathing.
She struggles to breathe.

Her mind is a myriad of images

and thoughts

Tangled in a web of despair.

Lost

Beneath the veneer,

is someone lost.

Lost  in purpose,

in drive

and motivation.

Lost in a mind

that’s uncontrollable

and destructive.

Beneath the veneer

she cowers and hides.

Lost to thoughts

so negative

and meaningless.

Lost.