Undone
Stumbling through each day,
living as though I’m dead,
I go through the motions -
motionless, emotionless
Body begins to atrophy
slowing a bit every day
bones brittle, eyes growing dim
each breath a labor - memory, pain
Tangled thoughts, muddled recollections
past tarnished, future unattained
words dying mid-thought unsaid
last shred of ambition crushed by fear
What I once knew, unknowable
What I once was, spiritless
What I wanted to be, blurred
What I have become, undone
Dwelling in darkness
watching life live itself
stressed distress unaddressed
overcome by apathy - insanity
Paralyzed,
Unflinching
Terrified
Lost.
Hope is all that remains.
