Contentment in the emptiness
Pain; Each movement and each gesture. Not even a shadow could hide the desolation within a soul. Contours, shaking in disbelief. Edges, fluid as the tears of its master.
Fear; Realisations of potential inevitabilities. Not even a composed mind can dismiss in confidence. Realities, unnerved in hypotheticals. Possibilities, fraught filled supposition.
Discomfort; Undesirability of what is had. Not even the unchangeable obstructs such contention. Perpetuity, inflexible in direction. Useless, the unchangeable humbles another.
Emptiness; Void of everything dear. Not even sustenance will tolerate the anguish within a mind. Mercy, thrifty in comfort. Value, lost with no regard.
Contentment; Value recognised in obsolescence. Not even the fallen desuetude can resist reinstating. Discountenance, suppressed in disregard. Warmth seeping into existence.
