mortal

 
I'm quiet today
it's a relief from the internal chatter
but there is a sense of emptiness as well
a place in my soul longs for something
deep in the dark spots no one touches

I go about my day seeking
having casual conversations
that lead ultimately nowhere
unfulfilling blither that leaves me aching
questions within go unanswered
and my dull pain increases

I feel impotent

like I'm not leaving a lasting impression
if I'm fully me I get strange looks
so I hold back who I am to get by

I want to embrace my dark
but it stares into me
and requests too much
my light is beautiful
but it's only one facet of my honesty
there are big inconsolable differences in the two

they cause my melancholy
she is quite a spirit child of my creation
flavored with pain

I cannot reconcile my grief
with pat answers
they don't fit and don't erase my need

a depth so deep
a well so full and yet so empty
a greed and void
never to be crossed by any mortal