I search for you in the terrifying darkness,
and soon, I'm walking down the path
to your nothingness.

Nothing but your silent cries inside my head,
echoing for hours with no end.

The silence you offered has left me wandering.
Minutes, no-,
hours have passed,
and I'm still walking down the same dark path.

And as time flies,
and you still cry,
I'm met with what you define
as nothing in your mind.

It's been years,
one or two,
and the echoes of your sobs
are still coming through.

So I still search for your in the terrifying darkness,
and for years, I've been walking down
the path to your nothingness.

By Ilayda L. Sertel