Nothing!
Is exactly what is left of this dormant soul
Happiness!
was absorbed with all else in the ever increasing
ever unpleasing, pestering hole
A hole so deep
it puts the vast continental oceans to shame
so ongoing
not even space nor time itself can compete
and yet it rests there
beneath tissue and flesh
among viscera and vains
gradually taking away all that it can causing more damage
with the more it contains
deceiving me with its imperceptibility
though physical sensation manages
somehow,
someway,
to overpower its trickery
and now its pressence has become as strong
as the violent winds of a hurricane
its very existence I can no longer sustain
always assuming control of all feeling
destroying chance and once hopeful attempting
showing no mercy,
no pity
while it prys from me the very qualities that make one human
leaving me motionless,
passionless,
wilted,
and empty