ABSENT SHADOWS
Not alive and not dead I stand betwixt two plains.
This place never have I visited.
No thing lends me comfort in the familiar reassurance of what is known.
The foreignness pierces me with emptiness, I am unsettled.
I want and wish the pain be gone.
The hurt feels more than I can bear.
Tormented and tortured oh how my heart heaves and aches;
Without end, the piercing stabs one the next.
How do I endure sadness such as this,
Sorrow so deep I am lost below myself.
Try as I might do I climb;
Stretching, the length of each fading hope.
I reach as far and high as I can.
I gasp for breath while good air lasts.
Fleeting, it too with shrinking hope is lost.
I steel myself for the next suffocation;
To survive as I struggle to endure.
This Life in empty shadows of her absence
Trapped in queer sensations of cold
Alone I shiver unsettled.