by Nick Gisburne
My life is empty, left with nothing more,
No truth, no lies, no fairytales to tell.
Discarded daydreams, littered on the floor,
Torment me in this godforsaken cell.
My youth, my strength, my drive, my courage. Dead.
Abandoned by them all, I sit. I weep.
As memories, they echo through my head,
Too loud to leave me be, to let me sleep.
A thousand possibilities are gone,
Ignored, denied, neglected on the way,
And now, at last, I look, and there are none,
No light, no dreams to fill another day.
My life is paved with battered, broken stone.
I tread this path, this emptiness, alone.
