State of Mind

In my field of view,
Only a plane of nothingness.
A vast wasteland with nothing to pursue.

Aimlessly roaming the cracked terrain,
Deprived of water and life.
With every single step, ending in pain.

Trying to create meaning out of nothing,
Achieving creation of something valuable,
Flesh, blood and soul, shaped to be stunning.
 
But nothing can endure in this place,
The plane of nothingness is deprived of hope.
And it is something I alone must face.