IN THE VISIBLE THROUGH THE OUT

It doesn't matter.

Nothing matters, not any more.

I am nothing and no one.

I'm just a faded photograph.

Worn and weathered.

Weary and forlorn.

My hope let me down.

Here I lie, broken and shattered.

The dark of despair covers me.

The dark is absolute.

Isolated and segregated.

Separate and removed.

The silence is killing me.

I have been bled of all love.

Anger and rage consume me.

No more and never was.

The beginning was always an ending.

The beginning was just a myth anyway.

I cannot move, I cannot breathe.

Here I am.

Nowhere.

I am the transparent all in tatters.

Ripped and torn.

Trapped in the inbetween.

I fell through a crack and I still fall.

I hit rock bottom and kept falling.

My cries for saving just reverberate endlessly.

My screams are less than whispers.

My mouth is an open grave and I have swallowed myself.

I used to feel hurt and pain, but now they've just numbed me.

No more do I feel.

My tears have become icicles and there they hang from the corner of my eyes.

My heart and soul have corroded over.

My mind has crumbled to dust.

Carried away by my one last breath.

There I go as I go, such as I am.

Of which I know not.

SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY