Ambulance

I stare at a blank page.
It mimics who I am.
Who I've been.
Who I'll become.

I run on empty.
From it.
Towards it.
All that's inbetween.

I feel nothing.
Its what I see.
It's all I know.
Without it, I'm alone.

I create tension.
Accidently.
Purposely.
Sub-consciously.

I fail at things.
Some things.
Most things.
Everything.

I cry.
But I hide.
I drown.
But I wipe away.

I reach out.

I pull back.

I run away.

I want rescue.

I've lost my definition.
My design.
My desire.
I am void.