why is there so much of you?
you lurk in the attic of my mind
playful paradoxes; slights of hand
your nothingness overwhelms me

how can lack be so heavy?
striving to fill a black hole
I suffocate in murky emptiness
I am filled with your illusion

seeking freedom from your weight
I back away and drown
the harder I run, the stronger you pull
I now turn to engage

Copyright 2012, Cheryl-Dean Thompson, All rights reserved.

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