When its not there
That worthlessness
Creeps over me

A bug

Without

Its shell

The thoughts
The pains
The anger
The life within me

Seems to have drifted
Out
My cracked window

What are these days
That leave me
Gutless and afraid?

Numb to a city
I traveled miles and
Miles to live and
Stay?

Indifferent to
Experience that
Passes me
On the way.

Chasing the muse
Of life is
Nothing to brag about

It leaves you
Alone and
Weary, shivering and
With days of
Nothingness

It

Leaves

You

When it wants to