Since you have been gone, all I can see
is faded pictures on the entertainment system,
dressers, and nightstand, a frozen emptiness
inside my existence, numb to everything,
waiting for you to respond to my last call.
I’m beginning to turn cold, floating
in broken oceans, struggling to smile,
the perplexing scenery in front of me
a one-sided depiction of descending
derivatives.  The sun is shining too bight
in my eyes, an unforgiving dimension
of chaos careening within my creation,
counting the days for this pain to go away.
I’m losing my fight, my will to survive
on this wild ride, stuck in somber scenes,
the drained clouds above me drunken
with damaging diction, burning fiction
and nonfiction, my heart feeling icy and blue,
unable to break free from this mental prison.