The Chasm

The chasm in me is vast

Ever growing, always an empty void

If you could see it’s size, one might wonder how can I exist still

It never hurts, in fact it makes me numb

Friends, family, hobbies all a bore

Work an inconvenience

The chasm in me is dark

No light lives there

Even if it could seep through it would not be welcome

The slightest sense of luminescence is resented and shut out

A dark curtain, a sheet over the tiny glows

No beam or shimmer will be tolerated

The chasm is eternal

It feels as if it has always been here

As if it always will be

It is almost like an old friend

Annoying but familiar

A concern to others

But just a routine to me

The chasm is lonely

But one does not die from being alone

The chasm is unpredictable

But that makes it an unwanted adventure

The chasm is me

I am the chasm