Comforting Echo

I feel that I am losing a vital piece of my self

For I lack the environment in which I express

The space I speak is so wide and endless

That I receive no comforting echo

No warm embrace of "me too" ness

Alone in this chamber of the void

In which I cannot seem to escape

Formally surrounded by apparitions

Those who sound back to me

What I believe and feel

Now in this endless sea

Of nonconformity

I write this art of my soul

To create a tangible way

Of knowing what's inside

A reflection imperfect

To feel as the stars in the sky

Longing for a love so deep

It supports my rise

For now I sink deeper

And drink of this abyss

For I must go within

To locate what I miss