The Next Breath of Air

 


Time and space are all I see,
As emptiness washes over me,
This feeling of helplessness,
Envelopes me whole,
Takes over my heart,
and tortures my soul,
What can you do,
When you've lost your will,
Tears cease to flow,
Emotions are still,
What once was a person,
With style and flare,
Now is a shell,
Empty and bare,
Sitting alone, thoughts no more,
All but a blob, on the living room floor,
Thinking of nothing,
Feeling no pain,
Speeding along,
Like a runaway train,
Making it's way through the night so black,
Destined for disaster,
At the end of the track,
No outward appearance,
Anything is amiss,
But inwardly spiralling,
Towards miseries abyss,
Twisting and turning,
Down loneliness road,
Desperately longing,
For something to hold,
Something to cling to,
Hope for a new day,
Something to make,
The hurt go away,
But when in the depths,
Of total despair,
The best one can hope for,
Is the next breath of air.

 

Written By: Cynthia
Submitted: March 17, 2000

 

 

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