Time moves forward, holding their breath
in silence, their mindful thinking, choices
Unlimited, struggling to find the truth.
They’re waiting for a sign, something-
Anything to make them feel. They don’t
Know where to go from here.
Choking on air seeming thin; they look
Harder for meaning & they
Know it doesn’t exist in themselves.
How many times of falling apart inside
While saving face? The mask holds strong
Against the wind coursing through
& it doesn’t make a crack. They hear of
Others who know, see, feel the same
As if making it less, going down,
Lost within, not ready to make
A change that could break what
Is known. They think that
Maybe they should have stopped,
Given up on the idea of
That which could bring pain & grief.
Knowing it won’t help. They wonder
What’s the point of life, this world of nothing,
The sorrow, the death, the believing they
Won’t amount to much, the struggle of
Right and wrong, the tired of trying
When lies & truth are hidden, how they
Realize it doesn’t matter, everything ends.