Sometimes you get so used to something being there
The thought of it disappearing never even crosses your mind
It's part of who you are, and who you hope to be
Then, a bombshell drops-

It starts slowly at first
And you're so focused on the whirlwind around you
That you fail to notice what's being eroded away
You get so tunnel-visioned
That by the time you look around
It's too late

The complete destruction, the devastation, is shocking
You're decimated
The remnants left are so minuscule
They slip right through your fingers

Even if you could pick up the pieces
They're so fragmented
It would be impossible to reassemble
And even if you could reassemble the remains
It would be unrecognizable
You're left frantically trying to fill the void
But it's too late...
You're consumed by vacancy
And all that's left is the
KENOPSIA