as i snuff out the final cigarette of the night
the extiguished shattered ember reminds me
that the anger still burns
that to me no one will ever turn
in my private prison i am locked away
shunned and stunted
that i may never know why
i must be here in this incarceration
my impervious prison of solitude
i see thru the walls as though they were glass
yet nothing and no one sees me
every time i reach for the light i am reminded
no one and nothing will ever reach back
like screaming for help during an endless lingering death
yet nothing and no one comes to help
to walk amongst the living and still be dead inside
to see the happiness and fullfilment you yearn for
being given to anyone and everyone else
a billowing flame being forcefully diminished
to dying embers from lack of fuel
a raging torrent choked to sparse droplets
one little world being driven to extinction
this is my existence
i seek what i shall never find
what is truly non-existent for me
i walk thru this life with an uncontrolled emptiness
in which nothing will ever fill
left behind so many times
flying too close to the sun on wings made of wax
i will fall to earth yet again
only to rise again
dead but still breathing
cursing every beat from my ever darkening heart
shunning my very existence
back to my prison of darkness amongst the light
i shall never revel in
but be exiled to for eternity
