Going up from the hollow.
I have nothing left to swallow.
Shattered glass and a ruptured soul.
Every moment is a mutation in me.
Ablations I can’t see beyond.
Will anyone even respond?
Sinking deeper in this haze.
Coming to an end of my days.
Dizzy from my old disease.
Can’t see the wood amongst these dead trees.
Ablations I can’t see beyond.
Will anyone even respond?
To my heartless body I cling.
All I feel is a hard sting.
Feel like bait dangling on a hook.
Ablations I can’t see beyond.
Will anyone even respond?
Justice is but a lie.
Yes I am that guy.
Shivering from my own misdeeds.
I sold my future for fleeting needs.
Snapping synapse in moments of doubt.
Observing a chase for more clout.
Yelping like a wounded animal.
My mind devoid of a direction in which to pull.
Ablations I can’t see beyond.
Will anyone even respond?
Simon A Jackson - Writer 