I am poured out like water
I am laid down.
Like water on dry soil only a small shadow of my presence shows I am or was.
All is given.
All is lost.
Nothing remains that once was.
I am gone.
My hands.
They are not mine anymore.
My feet walk, now running. I do not know why.
There is nothing left.
No hope.
No fear.
No future or past or present or love of life or anything to hold me to this world.
There is nothing left.
I am poured out like water till the last drops dripping down fall
in vain into the ocean and are lost amid all, and I wonder who am I
that the ocean should feel each raindrop's fall?
I am nothing.
A single cry in a storm a wail in the universe that has known all the despair and death of the world. How do I find myself here?
Alone.
There is no one to see the nothing I am becoming.
How do I still think?
I do not. No longer.
My soul is wasted.
My body moves still, fights still.
My hands do not yet realize that it is lost when my head sees hopelessness and my heart slows.
All is lost and I with all am gone.
Still, my hands fight.
My tears fall silently.
The drops fall amid the chaos of my mind and storm and I feel the pain.
I fade past feeling anything but the pain.
A flash of sensation;
I wondered why.
And nothingness now consumes me the shadow I was spreads thin.
With every tear that falls my spirit empties till I know there is nothing left of me to drain away.
Still my tears fall.
I am poured out like water, until the last drops run dry.
Like water I fall and to nothing I become.
