My Despair
there is no blinking
away the grogginess of this fantasy.
no warning to wake
from slipping into that heavy pit of emptiness.
I don't cry out in pain.
But instead lie here, slain by the Dark.
still sleeping in the dark
stirring my slain soul into blinking.
the torment numbed my pain
wishing it was fantasy
wanting nothing more of this emptiness
so I rudely wake.
wake
still as nothing in the dark
tired of lying in this emptiness
blinking
shedding my auspicious fantasy
reborn, climbing from my skin of pain
no more pain
i wake
to cut the strings of fantasy
letting the bright lights of day erase the dark
not blinking
i dump the shattered remains into the emptiness
no more emptiness
no more pain
no blinking
no longer having to wake
it is not dark
so begins the end of the fantasy
so the Fantasy
along with Emptiness
with the heavy Dark
and the stinging Pain
the accidental need to Wake
all driven away by blinking.
so let the fantasy erase the pain,
move from the dark emptiness and so I wake
blinking
