Elucidating Questions

There is the repeat in dreams, the silence of the morning. The realisation that this will be long, lonesome, and nothing.

Watching those around living their dreams and growing, finding love and living.

Silence in a box, at the mercy of nothing.

Endless days of emptiness and solitude.

Seeing them enjoying while trapped, muzzled, nothing.

Seeing those who get to play and sing, while years of silence as the voice forgets how.

Tricked into false hope that today wouldn’t come.

The knowledge of a life wasted before it’s over, nothing to do nothing to gain only watching as it gets worse.

Years long.

Years alone.

Years watching.

A long time. A long end to wasted nothing, staring at the end of the road and wanting it to come closer.

It’s not short, it’s too far, and I have to go there alone

I have to go there alone.

I wish I could leave.