Feeding the Emptyness

I am at a loss your see... There is this place, in my heart or in my head and I am not sure which. But it stands empty and needs to be filled. What is missing? I have filled it with faith and I have filled it with passion... I have filled it with anger and drunkenness... I have tried love and sorrow, pain and joy... But all of it just runs through, leaving me empty once more. What is missing? I have feared this emptiness and ran from it... But now, there is no where to run and I am left alone with my empty fears. What is missing? So at long last I turn and step into the space that is empty and find that what is missing is real myself. It is me that I fear, it is me that is lost and it is me that I need. It is me that I have found.

In Silence

I was here...
not that anyone now remembers.
you see...
I move in silence.
I stand still in sorrow.
I wait in anguish.
I die in joy.
So carefully did I create this illusion.
This life of shadow.
That now, even I am unsure
of what is real
and what is not.
I was here....

Regret?

I fall sometimes...
yes that is what it is, falling.
This feeling of sinking into something...
like quicksand
like sadness
like regret...
I want to fly but have no wings.
I want to rise but don't know how.
And so...
like the insect trapped in amber,
I stay...