1: The loss

I'm losing myself. Slowly.

I no longer feel a unique sense of identity that I once felt.
In place of the fire I had,
in place of the resentment I had,
in place of the anger that I had,
Everything is replaced by a darkness.

An absolute darkness.
Hope seems to be lost.
The mist covers the road once again.
Am I lost?
A question I have failed to answer countless times.

What am I?
An existance to fill a vacant position?
A matyr for a belief no one backs?
A dreamer yearning for a distant future?

I'm slipping back into the darkness,
the darkness engulfs me.
The darkness enters me.
The darkness consumes me.

A desolated city,
a ghost town,
all void of inhabitants.
Alas, my heart is of same,
void of all things pure and bright.

What am I?
Who am I?

What was I?
Who was I?

Slowly, I must be losing myself.