No Answer

Inside the outside.  Breeds the silent death.  Always.  It walks among us, unnoticed.  Powerful.  Like the dandelion blows away as the child's breath is forced.  Suffering.  Wanting.  Needing.  Feelings of hopelessness.  Running through the forest.  ALONE.  So dark.  Despair becomes a friend.  No answer.  All it would take is an answer.  He screams out the question again.  His voice is cracked.  Broken.  Eyes jagged and dull.  Worn down from the flood of years.  It comes again.  Hot, wet, and sticky.  Blood stains on the soul.  No end in sight.  Drying to a crust.  A hard scab hides the animal clawing it's way to the surface.  The chakra points burn for release.  Addiction.