No More by Janet Boyd aka Bee Spit

No More

I am dead, I am no more.
I am not in a grave though.
I still breath but live no more.
Wandering into oblivion I go.

Go through the motions of a day,
dead inside but playing the game.
Smile with no joy, pretend all the way.
Forget happiness, just cry in the flame.

Hope and promises drift in the wind.
Times once experienced with wings.
Never to be felt or ever touched again.
Not to remember for the pain it brings.

Living is no longer a privilege as once it was.
It is an endless punishment to never be real,
never trust, never have, only existing because
life is a fate worse than death, because you feel.

I am dead, I am no more.
I am not in a grave though.
I still breath but live no more.
Wandering into oblivion I go.

by Janet Boyd aka Bee Spit