My heart is trapped in the abyss.
The dark, cold, musky and soggy abyss.
Drenched in tears.
No elevation for my banished joy.
No laughter for my troddened spirit.
No love.

Where are the tender touches?
My quiet moments are deafening.
My quality time - unqualified.
I am wasting away in the abyss of longing;
The endless hole of desire.

I am grasping the wind, and shooting the breeze.
Falling deeper into the dungeon of despair and torment.
Were it not for pain, I would feel numb.