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Water…
Or maybe a glass of wine?
To numb the endless pain?
To ease the rips in your heart
that echo endlessly through your brain?
I whispered out loud to no one
talking to myself
as I limped, dragging my way
through the dense empty air
of forced existence
to the kitchen
for a senseless glass of hopeless hydration.
No, then their lies might become truth
and what if that destroys you?
snaps my inner voice.
And what if it doesn’t?
wails my annihilated heart
…the loudest, most persistent
nonexistent voice of all.