6/26/23 – 3:36 AM Again, as my Love slumbers, I sit awake, focused on nothing. My body tense, my pores sweating The futile juices of fruitless time. As I listen to the clock tick away the night, The hospital television plays hollow music. Is that what I am? An empty sound-space grasping for a tune? A silent, black planet waiting for a sunrise That will never arrive? A frigid iceberg forever floating alone, Ready to sink any passing ships- A speed bump for the Titanic Of other people's lives? Everybody else sees a mountain in me, I see a valley so deep it surpasses The very depths of hell. The mirror holds no reflection, I am a vampire cursed to watch Others come and go with a purpose I lack. My existence is an exercise in wasting away 'Till the atoms in my body hopefully fall apart. False hunger growls in my well-fed stomach.
