~Drained~
yet the salt rivers
carve deeper, still flowing.

~Blind~
yet the eyes search the dark,
groping for the gone.

~Numb~
yet the wound blooms fresh,
each hour a slow knife-turn.

~Fallen~
yet faking through the day,
the cycle grinding on without me.

~Nothing left~
yet the snarled threads
of future and fate choke me awake.

~Dead~
and still breathing.