24

24.
Near.
What purpose?

There is nothing now.
I struggle for calm
to forget this
gut-wrenching fear
that lies in the pit.
A constant.

Words have not crossed
my lips for hours.
No one checks.
No one cares.

Love is lost.
Hidden in sin
In darkness.

How could you love me?
Why would you try?

Everything now is
played on repeat.
Work, sit, sleep,
Die.