i can’t eat.

what’s the point?

i can’t sit

and not cry

and the people, –

they mill around

in pointless desperation

of what they think is life

and i,

i wait,

and i wilt,

with each passing second

and each stale wind

in what might have once been

hope

or prayer,

but now

is just the vague

ticking,,

of

what they say is time-

but i know,

is the ever fading sound

of my listless heart.