WHEN BLANK

WHEN BLANK

When those lines dropped, 

I have to pick up the broken pieces.

They fell from my inside my chest.

Those broken pieces,

The thing that  used to be my heart.

So this is what The Dark Night of the Soul feels like.

And life is indeed Nasty, Brutish and Short.

So see everything but there's no color.

You can taste but you'd have no appetite.

You can hear singing but there's no melody,

You can see happiness but only feel pain.

When you think you see light coming your way,

But it's just the headlights of a truck coming for a head on collision.

Your body feels numb, cold as ice.

Frozen in time, unable to even lift a finger.

The natural response is to flee, that which I did.

When you feel that the weight of the world is crushing you.

Till this pen runs out of ink,

When I ran out of words and my mouth run dry.

when not even pleading can save me from this predicament.

Till there's nothing to hold on to.

Everything bad that happened I can never take back.

When all I ever did what to let you and others down.

When the darkness of night is you only constant companion.

when failure which wasn't an option but now is a distant reality.

When everything no longer has meaning.

Just a mere jumble of words which has no rhyme.

I can be strong that I know, 

But for whom now? When there's no more You.