Speaking without listening;
listening with hearing;
exhilarating;
exasperating;
exhausting.
No, just stop talking!
Your words are devoid of meaning.
As if you care, you choose to act
but if you cared, you would’ve seen facts.
Sorry, I didn’t mean that.
I just can’t hear me thinking
but I don’t really want to think
for I hate what’s on the brink:
whispers that scream my pain
touches that burn my skin
There were strings that once
gave me joy and purpose.
Now there are only strings
pulling my soul
towards the infamous goal.
Their movements choke my breath
but resistance strangles me to death.
Heart is beating faster and faster
and I can’t go on any longer.
(I go to bed hoping to wake up
from this long deadful nightmare
but every day I keep waking up
falling deeper and deeper into despair)
Let it be known that I’ve met my match:
the one sum I cannot solve;
the one line I cannot rhyme.
Perhaps it is time…
To put down the pen
and quit while I’m ahead.