In Nothingness
I stare at nothingness I grasp at straws I kneel battered by the onslaught of thoughts I close my eyes to recall bright beginnings but only see helpless endings I live in a quagmire; gasping, beyond rescuing I am lost not knowing what led me there I reach out for a hand that is mine no longer. You left with nary a word You are out of reach, like so many times before You are cruel with your silence You can inflict a wound like no other You, to whom I never should have given my heart