Accompanied by not too bad
but not too good emotions
Just the feeling of being ok
Left here to deal with
More or less
So so thoughts
That is
When I have them
Today feels as though my head
Is emptier than space
As blank as the canvas
Jah started with when He did His masterpiece
Nothingness
Only Me
Not even chaos
Like that brought along by satan
After he dipped his finger in black paint
And ran it across priceless art
With no equal
As we speak this poem is written in
Ink not seen by any but me
Lost in a sea of black
Not giving any comprehension
Nor anymore confusion
Than What Is
Just Empty Thought
An abyss of no emotion
Melancholy demeanor
And blank notebook
Waiting to be filled
With Life