Blackness.

Disturbing silence; still as death.

This life is such a puzzle,

It is such a long and

horrible journey.

Light,

illumination,

is there nothing

to cut this gloom?

Misery is my companion,

despair my best friend.

Oh, dear God,

please send me a reprieve.

Allow me to escape

this lifeless existence?

Mindlessly wandering

with nary a

path to follow.

Meandering through

endless time and distance.

Even breath evades me,

I fear I cannot catch it.

Is it night?

Maybe its daytime?

There is no difference

in my shadowy world,

no way to decipher time.

Climbing upwards,

I scramble the face

of a cliff.

Surely there is

something beyond

the misty walls

of my unseen prison.

Upward and onward,

gasping and panting.

The rocks tear

at my fingernails

and break them loose,

blood drips

from my fingers

and makes even harder

my ascent.

Feet slipping

and sliding,

I crawl to the top.

Finally,

I am there.

I can open my eyes

and enjoy the view!

Slowly,

I lift my eyes;

Almost frightened

to see the world

that I know must

lie out there

somewhere.

My eyes

drift slowly up

and a huge sigh

escapes my chest.

Nothing,

absolutely

nothing lies

before my eyes.

I study the

rocky crag

from which

I am perched,

it appears almost

two dimensional,

cold, hard

and void of color.

Easing back,

I lean against the

ledge behind me.

I feel the

coldness and emptiness

creeping higher and

higher in my soul.

Silently,

I study my lifeless world.

A gray mist

fills the air.

Actually,

it seems to be the air.

Lungs struggle

to take in

life sustaining air

and I ache

from the lack thereof.

My mind reels

from the vastness

of the emptiness

before me.

Beyond comprehension,

this endless

eternity of nothingness.

In the gloom

of the ever present shadows,

I sense

no other life around me.

I am surrounded

by death and

pray for its

orgasmic release.

The stillness

and its accompanying

silence invade my spirit

and leave me

feeling inanimate.

Suffocating

is the heavy blanket

of loneliness

that envelopes me.

Were there

a path top follow,

I would know

that this misery

has an end.

I find no path.

I find no end.

Tortured soul,

scurrying for release,

I pray and dream

of deaths sweet peace.

Shuddering

from the cold,

realizing that it is

the coldness within

that is chilling my bones

and not the cold outside.

There is no temperature

in my world.

Nothing changes,

there is naught

to stimulate the senses.

With abject horror,

I realize the possibilities.

This might

very well BE

my eternity.

THIS

might be my life!

Oh, GOD!

Terror attacks

my heart,

I feel it convulsing

and racing

and my spirits SOAR!

Mayhap,

there IS an end

to this nightmare,

maybe it will come soon.

MAYBE

it is coming

NOW!!!!

PLEASE!!!!?

I drop to my knees

and pray,

but scream in silent anger

for I feel not

deaths sweet release.

No exit

to mercifully

carry me to freedom,

no escape

can I find

from this existence.

Sheer and utter

horror overwhelms me,

maybe there IS

no end!

Maybe this pain

and misery will

go on forever.

My tortured soul

whimpers and whines.

I melt into a puddle

of despair and dream

silent dreams

of deaths sweet reprieve.

©2007 J.L. Day