fading.

i climb the hills,
the cool breeze biting,
yet the feeling in my stomach remains,
amidst the beauty of the sunsets,
i cannot escape the void within.

i walk,
footsteps against the earth,
but my mind is not there,
it falters back to the echo i cannot name,
the solitude that clings like a shadow.

i hear new albums,
the music swells,
yet it fails to fill whats empty,
the hunger unsatisfied.
the cinema flickers,
but i am lost in the scenes i can never live.

i laugh with friends,
their voice a balm to my wound,
yet still, the emptiness loudens,
louder than their words,
a reminder of what i cannot escape.

i move through moments,
but they leave my grasp,
like water through fingers,
too fleeing to taste.
what is the point of living in the now,
when the now is nothing but a mask,
for the ache of the soul,
that can never rest?

in my opinion, this would probably be my weakest poem yet but i still strive to get better.