Standing alone, in this surreal world of pain & emptiness,
My mind is perforated into fragmented series.
Inevitably absorbed in assiduous thoughts,
Forced into vehement intensity of emotions.
Balled and chained to a single spot,
I wear the ground thin as time moves on.
The tears refuse to fall as it lies on the edge,
I alone am weighed down by emotional baggage,
Bearing the heftiness refused by others,
Whilst carrying the massive weight of my own heart.
My heart beats weakly but refuses to die,
In its frail and tender state it continues to live on,
Despite my urgent pleas for it to stop.
My life goes on in this desolate land,
With neither will nor way.
The pain it counters all else,
My life as I would call it, is despondent.