Broken Wings

Almost at the edge   

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Of cross-roads-

I stand in black-

Bent and weary.

The grey sky scowls down-

As hapless as my mind.

All seem distant to me-

Suddenly.

What I valued or loved-

All seem deadened by the blow.

I take a step forward,

My feet crunching

The bitter shards of the brittle hopes -

A masochistic smile crosses my

Expressionless face.

Driven to self-despair,

Almost at the point of no return,

Suddenly I find no need to 

Clutch onto the empty straws.

There is nothing left to lose.

Nothing left of me to give-

Anymore.

There is no happy tune to be sung,

On broken wings.

Pushed and pulled to the extreme-

I find no solace in company.

The artificiality of the ways of the world,

Humor me.

I feel no-one near me-

As I push the closest away.

I chase my own shadow,

Alone in my mind.

Why does every moment

Have to be so hard?

I long for someone to comfort me-

Yet all seems like condolence messages-

As I stare straight at the ghouls in the eye.

My mind charts out its own escape route,

The rivulets of red flows on ceaseless.

I try to give a vent to my core-

But words elude me.

I am left dangling-

Hanging in my own illusion.

As the 'zombies' wage their war,

In my empty head.