If you only knew how sad I was.
If only it didn’t seem,
as I sit alone in my thoughts,
that I’m nagged by despair so strong,
that it’s only a faint knock,
on a wooden door.
It rests in the corner of rooms,
It hides in Earth’s shadows,
in a place even the beholder can’t grasp.
Powerful enough even one’s self is perplexed by the shades of grey in their soul.
There is no word,
no emotion defined in a dictionary,
to translate my end,
and hollow center,
To what my eyes observe in the fantasy around me.
Forbidden to admit,
we are surrounded by a dense membrane,
only semi permeable,
like the cells at our very core.
It’s a universe,
(Whatever that means).
And if only we knew,
How sad we were.