Wasting

Nevertheless, there

Is less and less of me each

Day, I dwindle down.

Numbed

All the nothing that

I feel, gets to be too much.

Real emotions, gone.

I wonder sometimes

If I am still alive or

If this is my hell

You call, the number

Is disconnected. Look for

Me, but I am gone.

Witness these creatures

And their dilapidated

State. Is this God’s will?

I wait for texts to

Be certain that I am still

Alive, desired.

Just forget me, I’m

All but dead, if not in the

Heart, then in the head.

nothing and nowhere

is where i’m at. 39.

no way out, or back.