Vortex

There is a big black hole inside,

A vortex,

which I can’t describe.

It’s whirring round and around, and I am struggling to stand my ground.

I try each day to fill it, but it is a bottomless pit.

Starving for affection, not knowing which direction

Fumbling forwards, not turning back

I believe there’s more than this crap.

Dawn Chapman. 18th February 2005