In the hushed corridors of the human experience, darkness can often find its way into our hearts. Perhaps you’ve felt it too—a kind of gripping absence that turns familiar comfort into an ethereal mist, a challenge to our sense of belonging. The poignant lines of this poem capture that very essence, evoking a melancholy that resonates with anyone who’s ever wrestled with uncertainty in their lives. As we explore the tangled web of emotions laid bare in these verses, one can’t help but ponder: what do we do when we find ourselves left with the “bad,” and how do we begin to fill the void? Dive into this evocative piece and reflect on the weight of our thoughts and feelings amidst life’s unpredictable storms. LEARN MORE.
My eye goes dark,
my world goes missing,
the rain will not let up,
a cloud has covered
my entire being,
what was formerly known
has disappeared,
what was held comfortable
is now running away,
and I am left holding
the bad, wondering what
I will fill it with now.
