The void that I cannot fill
Not even with a little pill
There’s a scar in my mind
It’s buried too deep to find

I didn’t ask for this fate
But I sure took the bait
A game without score
Leaves me wanting more

The trap is set, truth be told
If you weren’t so damn bold
Not going down without a fight
Come and find me in the night

I wonder aloud, “Are you close?
Or should I take another dose?”
Will I slip away around the bend
Who’s chasing who, asks the wind

I dare you to find me in this maze
Look deep in the forsaken haze
You need me more than I need you
Deep cuts bleed a new point of view.

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A poem by Jason S. Sullivan, 09-15-20