Emptiness and lack

[darkenmydoorstep]

I was thinking today how human emptiness is a feeling echoed throughout the Universe.

Warm objects fade to become cool. Candles die. The fullness one feels when a meal Is finished becomes replaced by gnawing, hunger….. It feels like everything is destined to become empty.

Lack is such a horrible feeling. Just not being
complete. And even when you are full of something, it's a cue for it to drain again. A peak is just not maintained.

I know I say it a lot but I just want done with it, all of it. To be dust.

 

[theboy]

very interesting, gloomy and reflective thought.

 

[darkenmydoorstep]

I wrote a poem this morning when I woke up. A beautiful poem in praise of the day, glorious Spring….

And then the emptiness sets in. The realisation that despite this little pinnacle of light in my day, the rest will be a come down and it's a free fall back to lack.

That may well be my next one actually- 'Back to lack'

 

[Alexei_Kirillov]

I wrote a poem this morning when I woke up. A beautiful poem in praise of the day, glorious Spring….

And then the emptiness sets in. The realisation that despite this little pinnacle of light in my day, the rest will be a come down and it's a free fall back to lack.

That may well be my next one actually- 'Back to lack'

When it comes to life, the payoff is just not worth it...

 

[darkenmydoorstep]

I was thinking today how human emptiness is a feeling echoed throughout the Universe.

Warm objects fade to become cool. Candles die. The fullness one feels when a meal Is finished becomes replaced by gnawing, hunger….. It feels like everything is destined to become empty.

Lack is such a horrible feeling. Just not being
complete. And even when you are full of something, it's a cue for it to drain again. A peak is just not maintained.

I know I say it a lot but I just want done with it, all of it. To be dust.

I did write it too

Lack


When I'm content, I can't maintain

The light inside, compelled to drain

Sense emptiness is coming back

I poise myself for the attack

In thought we fight our greatest war

Regret leaves such a tender scar

I struggle to submit to sun

For contemplating what's to come

The mind, our fiercest enemy

Most skilful of adversary

We die alone yet in plain sight

Day begs as bones to flesh of night

All candle dance must bow to black

Abundance must return to lack