Without

One final poem to round out the month. We've had Walt we've had some dark and some light. This is a final taste of dark. The final two poems have a common theme of loneliness and belonging I hope you enjoy Without. What is Without for you ?


WITHOUT

There's so many ways to be lonely
Too many
And There's so many ways is only growing
It's empty in the crowd
Shouting loud but only in your head
Deep in your mind shrieking screaming yelling crying
never a break from realization
Never a break from feeling or thinking
No off switch for moods or insanity
Refrain after refrain
Chorus after chorus
Song after song
Of grim desolation and turbulence
But in silent winds that envelope nothing
And in a blank endless desert plain without feeling
Without is what lies within
Without cannot help but phrase itself as a question
Why does this happen
Why the endless banality
Why the never-ending hope
Why hope why think it'll be any different
Wander torn and tear
But beyond the flesh is the rending
The gentle first rip and then the breaking as everything breaks
And the anti-substance spills
Perhaps into the without where it at last rests
the without that I am trapped within.