HUNG

Backed into a corner,
Into a black hole
It left my body on earth,
And it took my soul

Being non-existent,
Walking on rock and dirt
Absorbing all the pain,
Feeling all the hurt

Trying to remember,
The things I once knew
What is happiness,
And why is every color now blue

Left foot then right foot,
Through crowds with no faces
Lacking the zest of emotion,
It’s bitter and tasteless

Looking around,
And all that I can see
Is what they want and wish,
For my tired bones to be

Hoping a miracle could happen,
Happen here and now
They’d reach into my past,
Find the old me somehow

But is moving forward,
A blessing or a curse
To deny what should be,
To lie, or even worse

To be a glass half empty,
Like the black hole intended
To be forever lost, broken,
Stuck and suspended.

taliaspeaks