under the microscope
look closely
there is a piece that isn't right
something that doesn't belong
something dark and dangerous
it is sucking away the good in you
it is not who you are
making you scream in pain
for the tomorrow that may not come
as it spreads
sitting in the darkness
wondering what you will do
with the emptiness
and it is chewing away your being
with every tear that drops
there is this dark matter
unexplainable
biopsy it - identify it - cut it out
it grows rampant
not caring who you are
what you want
some things are better left unsaid
for they have no real rhyme anyway
silence in the pit of those unknowns
and if the darkness took you tomorrow
could you say you went very far;
were you anything
to anyone
were you something special
were you the one
did you make them laugh
or make them cry
did they know
or did you lie
will there be stories to tell
or a lot of unknowns
did your children love you
or were you alone
who would notice
ten years from now
that empty spot
that once was yours...
