Once, in a dream that slipped away,

the mustered mind could reach

beyond the stars into the dark



But, in this emptiness;

my passion will not even drip

where it once overflowed



Am I condemned to be alone?

Condemned to never know;

to never speak?



Must I toil on

toward not enough

to live a life called worthy?



I am in no hurry

to secure my arrest

in the throes of unhappiness



I’ve watched the world in blur for several years

and all my tears have dried up long ago


The softest glow of consciousness

was once my light through this abyss

but now, 



I am nothing:



a forceless breath attempting

to guide the wind and fill the sails;


a silent shout unending,

no challenge o’er which to prevail



Without poetry

my spirit begins to dwindle



Hope swindles,

wishing suffocates,



and I care not

—dare not—

to dream