Writers 
Lights out...
Then darkness came
Crawling like whispers unheard in the night of the dark ocean
Emotions jumbling and tumbling
Plunged into the space of nothingness
Emptiness is form
Form is emptiness
Chants of solace but yet nothing but same darkness.
It suddenly held no meaning
Made no sense
Incomprehensible but filled with immense despair
Night probably came too soon for those who stayed sane..
But for that one being
Darkness is Night and
The night was darkness
The serenity and selene presence of the majestic light of the night brought forth no reaction
Form is emptiness
Emptiness is form
Chants in the bid to bud
But yet the same result
Darkness
Opulence, magnificence held no meaning
Regular habits seemed rather estranged
And nothing beat in sync with the drums the mind conjured
Loneliness smiled in the corner
Content
Yet yearning for the presence of the ever-present
Darkness
Flowers tilted,
Opening in glee to the gentle light from the moon continually teasing them
Yet held no allure
Feelings numb and trained into space
Seeing and feeling nothing but darkness
Heart rending, gut wrenching emptiness
Emptiness is form
Form is emptiness
Just darkness and nothingness
Peace fled seducing something even worse
Loneliness
Darkness.