Into a gaping hole

This is what happens when, deviod of empathy and a listening ear, all the thoughts and turmoil get locked deep inside the heart, creating a virtual explosion. I walk in no particular direction; it doesn't make a difference beacuse I can't see where I am going. Every time I try harder than the last time, and fall down harder. Like a foolish moth attracted to the flame, I singe myself, time and again.This is when I realise that I have learnt nothing from my past mistakes. Far from making me stronger, they have only accumulated and caught dust in the mind.I don't know how long I am going to wander aimlessly thus. I just await the end of the tunnel. Hopefully. Sometime. Life will be what it once was.