there are times

this would be one

when i seek nothing more than oblivion

 

no answers to pressing questions

no solace from sympathetic lovers

merely the vast emptiness

to drift on nothingness

 

there are times

i’ve had my share

when pain has been my only companion

 

stiletto-like fingers piercing

white hot agony searing

praying for relief

enslaved by unbelief

 

there are times

i’ve now lost count

when despair has left me spavined

 

cold, crystalline breath unrelenting

mocking laughter unending

too helpless to hope

too stubborn to quit

 

there are times

 

the time has come

 

a victim no longer

 

just in time

 

©2014 R.G. Ryan