Jet To No Where

Help me find out if I am on a Jet To No where…or just on stand by.

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She

There were no words ever created by man to describe the hole

Not sadness, nor sorrow, Not heartache, nor hopelessness

Not anguish, Not bleakness, Not grief, nor even woe

Surrounded by people, yet no one heard, no one listened

No One Noticed how desolate it had become, so scorched that

there was no sensation of pain, no consciousness of ache

And even all attempts to speak went right through all thoughtlessness

that the world had become.

A deep empty well with a shredded rope just beyond grasp

Sitting mindlessly watching moving pictures in tubes and thinking of

All that was wanted, just for a moment to be considered

And each night grew longer without the sweet comfort of sleep or rest

which inside grew weary and indifferent.

No pill, nor drink would bring it closer, but only sheer exhaustion

Then collapsing into a blank solitude, longing for a fantasy to escape.

Screaming inside a deserted body, which had grown almost narcoleptic

and neglected to the degree of the simplest of tasks which made a stoic,

Sometimes callous exterior.

Saved so many times before, but no understanding of why and a single night

turned into years in which the acceptance of fate took root.

Inside a blackened room with no doors, no windows, Only 

the sound of hanging lights creaking above and the trace of rust in the air

All while walking over shards of broken bulbs that used to illuminate

Her.

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