Faded

Sometimes he would sit with his eyes closed and try to will himself into the darkness.
"Take me.."
At first he'd relax and just concentrate on it's depth, it's seeming vastness.
Somehow it would get darker, very dark, but it wouldn't be enough. He was still here. He could faintly feel the world around him.

Still.

He'd try to let it go, drift away from it.
"Take me..."
It wouldn't happen.
He'd get angry and squeeze his eyes shut even tighter. Faint colors and the dark would dance.
"Take. Me."
He mentally push, shove, pull....anything.....the dark....

TAKE

ME

Finally he'd give up.
He cried less and less afterward.
He'd stare through the ceiling.
Sleep would not come, not fast enough anyway.
The darkness wouldn't accept him.

How many more days?

How many more hollow, lost, lonely.....

Hollow.

Hollow.

hollow

That's what it was....hollow....
Every day getting more and more hollow...
Staring off....through things...reaching....longing...aching for....

Something.

Hollow.

take me