The Empty Chair

The melancholy
Of an empty chair
In a corner of my
Thoughts
Strikes each dawn
When i lay still
Staring from the
Dark into
Nothingness.
How cold can
The world get
While lights outside
Dance and music
Play in rhythm
With life.
Just how many
Souls at this instant
Wither
In loneliness
In a dark room
Just staring
at an empty
Chair
They can't even dare sit?
The chair in my thoughts
I will keep empty
If only to console a heart
That it's not alone
In its solitude.

Fear

What do i see
When i stare at
Darkness?
Should i be seeing anything
At all?
i am making out
All these troubles rushing
Chasing me
Like an avalanche
From a summit
I could not see.
Im playing with shifting
Shadows pulling me
Yelling and cursing
And some conniving
And whispering
Pockets of prayer for
Someone else's bad luck.
I stare back at them
And beyond the nothingness
I am seeing a blankness
That magnifies
Fear.
An illusion in august
that uncertainty
Creates
In the darkest nights
In 28 years.