Deserted,without a soul  or shadow
to speak to
Despair and loss, seen and felt
put us in solitary confinement
of silence
Human noise let out by this body
seems to be  the only comfort
consolation of a life going on,
despair going on.
Credence of his words linger
in the air, as air
never to be seen,
only felt
when sight is the remedy.

Blood
Bright red when fresh,
Crimson when stale,

I don’t want to faint everytime
The nurse pulls out a sample.
It’s absurd
Fear of something that belongs to me?

I’ll be bold!!

“Wait. Nurse…is that…”

Was it I who missed out your words or was it you?
Either way we are lost.
You could be happy now or be taking Prozac
Either way I’m lost.
You could think I am relieved or I’m dead
Either way you’re lost.
We could think of ill of each other or mourn each other’s absences
Either way we are lost.
Lost in the crowd,
Lost, in a way we’ll never recognize each other.
Yes, I lost my sanity. I hope you did too.