this is nowhere



so this is nowhere

the mind is against

the fence


against the steel

precipice, out there

becoming absence


becoming spent, a

tired voice against

the silence


an emptiness so

entire devours

outside


facelessness normal

now, can’t read the

sorrow that thrives there


everyone buried in

their screens, none

to notice me soar


once but that was

many times before, i

was a gasp waiting


waiting the length of

lifetime to unfurl, to

uncurl its noose


wanting yearned but

desire was never met,

undiscovered flesh


yet so many fleshes

persist in perfect

handsomeness


no one glanced over

no one took to the

clock’s avarice


i’m dwindling as no one

watches, a diminishing

that’s always been


now the road that promised

is elsewhere, the

approaching hills darkness


a hurried hearse

getting closer, days

hang rustier


lately sunshine seems

a little lower, a bland

room covets me most


unsure of what prowls

what tears the swarm’s

fabric


lonely ever is a medicated

quiet, a stillness that entices

downwards


so this is nowhere where

greying is a pastime in-

between the cemetery bones


and the finishing of blood

which kept all its messages

fades fast like quenching


this is nowhere where the

clocks are cold, precisely

counting down lives


been brought here too

many times feels i occupy

this blank page far too well


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