Nothing

A dark shroud covers me.
Enveloping me,
to keep the darkness in.

There is no escape.

It pulls me under
deeper
until there is nothing.
Nothing,
but this overwhelming feeling
of sadness.
Despair.

If there was a reason
then maybe,
but no
there is nothing.
Just the dark,
the sadness,
filling me,
covering
everything.

© Michele Markley 2008