I try to push it away,
But all my strength is not enough.
Friends lend a hand,
But it stands firm,
Steadfastly cemented in place,
And the resistance
Seems to make it stronger.
There was so much hope:
Mounds and mounds
Piled high.
I let it cover me
'Til I could see nothing else.
But all has been devoured
By the greedy monster of absence.
How can nothing take so much?
It gets fat off sleep, joy, motivation
And I am left with an emptiness
I want desperately to fill.
Why do I always run with arms
wide open,
When I should tip toe cautiously--
wary of the land mines hidden
below the surface,
Ready to destroy me.
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