Riddle

I have realized that there is a void, an endless hole in the soul that I carry wound in flesh, fed with my blood, and here I see my past slowly drifting away alike the bank of river and the future seems distant more than it should have been, with blurring images of all my friends family and foes. How to fulfill this void, a question rather unanswered, down the darkest lays the answer to the most innate fears. Can I survive this?