It burns inside me

I feel it burn inside. Like a raging hurricane with an eye. The hollow of spirits. Whispers. Caresses. Destroying all in it's wake. Laying waste to all that I held dear. A hate so strong and cathartic, that it leaves me numb. Of happiness, of any iota of joy. On days such as these, my mind is a lock down of agony and despair. I shoot, cry and run to the now empty path. Trailing through fallen leaf. Autumn in it's splendor. Digressing spring in it's fervor. For the leafs that have fallen, would bloom again. Yet I, static and stagnant, rotten and diseased, would stay in the void of a constant. Forever burning in embers.