THE WORDS OF A SHIVERING SOUL

I feel so cold.

I am frozen within.

Long have the shadows grown.

Darkness has fallen upon me.

I am lost deep inside myself.

I am afraid.

Silence has gripped me tight.

I am suffocating.

My tears are icicles in the corners of my eyes.

They burn, they burn, they burn.

I am alive, I am dead.

I am forsaken.

My pain is tormenting me.

Every waking moment I am tortured.

I am bleeding internally.

There is little to no hope for me.

What hope there is is helpless.

I am nothing and nowhere.

What I was I am again.

And I don't care.

I am too far gone.

I am falling, continually falling.

There is no rock bottom that I can see.

Tell me, where do I go from here?

What am I supposed to do?

God, where are You?
We seem to have been separated.
This isn't what I want, or what I asked for.

I am self deprecating.
I loathe all that I can see in me.
Oh God, take this broken body and grind my bones into dust,
then cast it all into the wind.
And so, here I am.
Alone, all alone.

SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY