BEREFT

Alone I was born, a solitary soul, 

That's how I'll supposedly die 
Then why this yearning, this craving 
Of a hand to hold, as the world whizzes by. 
It's a futile forest fire I feed 
Knowing ashes is all I'll be, 
The sky with its amber hues dissolves

Into my neutral gray psyche. 
A crimson cry of my bleeding heart 
What I'm reaching for isn't true, 
An illusion born to dissipate 
All colours into tones of blue. 
There’s no balm to soothe and ease 
The ache that pervades my being, 
No ears that would strain to hear 
The sounds of the shattering me. 
I free fall into the vortex 
Of a swirling funnel of voids 
There's nothing in the nothingness 
Just a screaming silence that destroys. 

MS