Everything Lost
                        Time to Perish
No effort
                No desire
Nothing left to find
                  Nothing left to carry forward
Not a Single
    Reason.
                   Wanted someone to care
A single entity to
                               Try.
And no one did.
                              
                                When thoughts go sour,
                                                           ­      bitter
                                                          ­       foul
                                                            ­     wretched
                                                                ­ All encompassing
Getting to the final moments
             Someone strange
                                             always seems to reach out.
How odd,
                   why does that happen?
Some ridiculous
                              Faux Pas
                                          To keep attached?

Shut up,
                Stop talking,
                                       No ones listening to you.
Sleep halts thoughts...
             Only bringing hours
                      For More
Struggling to leave the room
                                   leave your mind
Just a quietly
                        loud existence
That was never given a chance to echo.
        
                 Screams reverberate to own ears
Seeming to pass through
                                                or Around
Every Single Person
                                         Tried to connect with.
So this infinite Silence
                                           And Misery
Is already lived.
                                
                               Except that it should never be lived
A soul should not scream unto deaf ears.
Feeling more lonely than if  
                                                        Chos­en to be Invisible.
For then the cloak could be shaken off,
                                                            ­          Join fellow humanity.

Here it is peaking around corners,
                 hiding behind doors,  
                 changing pace and direction to avoid the crowds,
                 or follow the crowd because that is easier than cutting a
                                   True Path.

So the chest rises heavy,
                                           sinking further
Compacted.
                       As the heels of your feet stomp over this
Useless,
                 faintly beating heart...
Replacing it's ever faulty rhythm
                                                    With something steady.

**Sept 29, 2013