DYING ALONE
As I sit in this chair
Day after day,
Thoughts race crazily.
Like flies against the
Window pane.
Music,
Loud as it can be,
Still won’t drown me.
Books,
Like ants crawling,
Uncomprehendible,
Meaningless.
Tears flow like floods,
Filling nothing.
Is there no way out
Or in?
Is there a way
Anywhere?
Confusion,
Chaos,
Friends of my being.
So many can say it
Better than I.
I can only sit,
Be alone in it,
Lost.
Afraid,
Hurt,
Suffering,
Alone in my tears.
Which help nothing.
Words fail me,
Like a fish out of
Water,
Mouth opening and
closing,
Gasping in death.
Not understanding why,
Helpless to do anything
But die alone,
Slowly,
Horribly.
C.D.RANSOM