And time goes on.

I stand still

and wonder

what got me here.

In the vast desert

that has become my imagination.

The hills

and valleys

that no longer exist.

In my mind

Wandering and wandering

without a drop

of tenderness

to call my own.


by the amount of indifference

to time

and place

and love.

I sit

I stand

I run

I cry.

It has no relevance.

It has no life.

It has no soul

and still I go on

clouded in a darkness of gray

clothed in the ashes of my past

without a hope

for my future.