My eyes are hollow with loneliness and confusion

Those words so simplified in one chain of a sentence, held within it my innermost suffering- the void where I still float

May I be saved by the creator for I fall endlessly, my hands like the wings of a wounded dove,

trying to fly, in despair searching for the rescuing hands of any being, it's but air

Despair

here I am , held by the creator steady and strong. Yet the sensation of the fall haunts me, wants me gone; the pit, the dungeon both which I can not flee- from which I might never be free,

Despair

It is the void so cold and dark, so black ,devoid of life,

a cloud of smoke chaining my body suffocating my soul embarcing me, hugging me in a way- A way a mother engulfs her child

She’s no mother I don’t want her I don’t want it I want love- To be saved is all I want