Futility

Words fall onto the page-

each drop of ink like 

blood spilling from 

her veins.

Her efforts fruitless

Draining to lifelessness

A sedated misery

Solitary confinement

to the space in her head

all fades to black.

In the midst of illusion

from the shadows emerge both

her worst fear and greatest desire

Unified.

All she can hear are her own screams 

in the night.  

Reviews

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. brutally beautiful ... brilliantly expressed ... it's never easy to decipher the universe and find a way to co-exist with it peacefully ...

[The Warrior Poet]

Well done. This evokes futility.

[LiveLaughLove]

her worst fear and greatest desire
that's my favorite line. It's a good poem