No Reprieve

I stand convicted of emptiness....
I claim no pardon, no accomplice, no alibi.....
I am executed slowly.

My Reason has judged me guilty:
of searching for love and finding hate,
of searching for peace and finding turmoil,
of searching for truth and finding lies,
of searching for comfort and finding pain.

I am condemned to the agonizing maze of crowded loneliness
rushing headlong into oblivion.
There will be no reprieve.

Time is my executioner,
he taunts me with fleeting ideas and hopeless hopes,
as I crawl forward towards the noose,
haunted always by my destiny,
that dawns ever slowly.