Grey (Void)
Grey.
There is no
Light or dark,
Black or white,
Here.
There is only me
And my uncertain fear.
Hope is like a memory
That feels locked in periphery…
I feel traces of you, still…
Like smoke in the air,
Like soot on my skin,
Ashes in the water.
You’ve infiltrated
My inner void,
There is no empty,
When you still fill me.
There is no peace
From the call,
There is no break
For the fall.
I feel so lonely,
Disconnected
From it all…
Grey.
There is no
Light or dark,
Black or white,
Here.
There is only me
And my uncertain fear…
~Antanya
Through the Fog poetry 
February 19, 2015 at 1:24 pm
Sometimes it is beautiful, sometimes it just makes me feel lonely, like I am always viewing my life through someone else’s window… Always watching, always there, but never a true part. I know that isn’t the reality of it, but that’s how it feels… I can’t help but wonder what I did…
February 19, 2015 at 1:39 pm
I know. I am surrounded by love and beauty, but I still feel it. Hang in there, it will pass soon.
February 19, 2015 at 1:53 pm
Exactly. Like, why can’t I just enjoy the amazing gifts I already have? I feel selfish. It passes, but always comes back around… There must be a big fucking lesson here that I’m missing. I’m afraid the cycle will continue until I figure it out…
February 19, 2015 at 2:19 pm
Our only enemy is time. The cycle might repeat in much the same way one day, but I don’t think it has anything to do with a lesson. Besides, you inspired me. 🙂
https://lovesongsandmoodswings.wordpress.com/2015/02/19/a-season/
February 19, 2015 at 2:44 pm
Wonderful…
February 20, 2015 at 5:14 am
Thank you.
February 20, 2015 at 8:22 am