the feeling of your soul
being stretched
ever downward
by loathsome fingers
or the tar
that suddenly
floods your veins
or the ache in your bones
weighing you down
anchoring you to the bed
or the pounding in your head
of the restless prisoners,
the intrusive thoughts
you had tried to repel
or the strain
of all your muscles
slowly clenching until you
hate to move
it's the feeling
that rips the breath from your lungs
the words from your throat
the life from your eyes
the feeling that reduces you to a shadow
nothing more
than the opposite of light
the gut wrenching, heart breaking, endless pain
of i don't love you