the void
blackness passing
outside the windows
of the midnight train
breathing oxygen that
rusts once well working
organs
succeeding but not advancing
living
knowing nothing matters
taking many steps forward
yet it is the one step backwards
which makes the soul sink deeper into the
dense mud;
standing in place, careful not to disrupt
unknowing that the clay gets harder around
the ankles with every still minute
the void
being consumed with a passion
pavestones laid so clear
then the frustrated sadness
bereft of the luxury of choice
cloaked over the flesh;
the obligation of loyalty
to remain lost in motionlessness
the blank mind, blank page, blank canvas
the nothing where something used to be
the bleach as you attempt to burn the
ropes and weights free from
this moment and all moments to follow
Knowing what must go
what choices must be made
the hope and drive and
perfect dose of the courage/stupidity elixir
to
live
a
life
Staring into the doorway of endless freedom
…and the room you inhabit will not let go
the void
af
(written on computer)
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