Empty space, filling mind.
Running fast, a fleeing time.
Out of touch, slipping away.
Vacating soul, body begins decay.
Sounds race; Eyes follow the heedful space.
Jotting in speed, tormenting the minds unabiding triumph.
Start to slip.
As what once could do would now be few.
Once a reverie, now dwindling impression.
Ebony smudges fill the space once descried.
An infelicitous dejection impedes elocution.
A notion passes my mind; an endeavour to extricate,
but the propitious bleak is far from liberation.