The end of my epiphany

Closed eyes against the world

Voice silenced from all the lies

Abrupt endings to the once beginning

And a silence filled void

No gas to start the engine

Yet, the wheels steadily turn

And eternal wait for nothing

Dismal living, not worth giving

All these napkins crowded with words

Notebook pages crumbled to nothing

Scratched out words and broken thoughts

All wasted on this, “thing”

The monster of unending pain

Restoration of the cause,

Now sounds of revolution muffled by despair

Leaving everything to be continued.