Countdown

Deadly as man,

Creeping with the clock ticks,

Deadened feeling like needle pricks.

Words escape me

Without a sound

I utter a cry,

Dried, burned, charred by dark,

Suffocated by smoke,

Spoke I never.

 

Breathe a breath,

Gag--a breath snagged by hungry jaws

Reaching from a web

Woven of raw despair.

Choking on an empty void,

Swelling to fill a collapsing hope

From within with nothingness,

Nothing less that vain futility.

 

Nothing defies

These blank eyes,

Tracing blank patterns

In the empty skies,

Showing nothing of how,

Every moment,

They are dying inside.

 

The deadly mask hides

Invisible stormy seas

Raging ravaged innards.

Leave here--there is nothing;

Nothing to destroy.

Past is plundered nothingness.

 

Candle aflame,

Flicker alone

In a cavernously empty soul,

With light untouched by life

And beauty untouched by death.

 

O sweet wilting light,

Never before did you glow so deep

As when you neared 

That never-ending dreamless sleep.

 

I follow the flame to whence it goes,

But never can my heavy steps

Move me to eternal peace,

 

So rest I must, this world's forsaken guest,

Broken pieces scattered by wind

 

Nothing lost in the nothingness.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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