The Void

A chasm of nothingness.
It fills you like cold, inky, waters,
penetrating the very depths of your consciousness
till no trace of humanity remains.
You are a mere corporeal form,
never engaging with the world that surrounds you.
Disengaged, detached and distant.
Swallowed by endless, spiraling introspection.
The more you struggle and rage against it,
the more it draws you in; like quick sand for the mind.
A black hole that envelopes, not only you,
but all bodies that surround you.
Sucking the life out of everything
and slowing time to an unbearable crawl.
From whence does this void originate?
What was the genesis of its' being?
From a small seed of self doubt, or rather, self loathing
a large, gaping, darkness can be born.
Like all seeds, it only grows with nourishment,
to deny it sustenance is to win the fine fight,
but, how can we do this when this world seems intent on feeding it?
Feeding it in abundance.