I am left without
Without anything in the world
Empty.
Cold.
Alone.
Morose.
Society demands everything from you
The big man expects
I disappoint
The vicious cycle continues.
Often than not we are afflicted
With such comfort and familiarity
It wreaks havoc
Deep within the souls
It misleads
It confuses
It deceives
What could be done?
N O T H I N G
not a single thing
You let it devour you
Making one
Empty.
Cold.
Alone
Morose.
Regrets fill you up
You throw up
Every bit of sanity in your head
Unfinished businesses
Unfinished art
Unfinished letters
And
Unfinished feelings
Words left unsaid
Patches of skin left untouched
Parts of the soul left undiscovered
Part of who you are, lost
Forgotten
You look in the mirror
Not recognizing the reflection
Sometimes
It gets too much
You live
You die
And one day
Time will catch up
With all the space and emptiness
Then you will have reached
Singularity
But stll making you remember
All the pieces that have come undone
You still you
Empty.
Cold.
Alone.
Morose