#AloneInCrowd

I’ve heard when you die your room is filled, standing room only, with others who’ve past before you, to assist in your transition....For me, there will only be…


My empty room

Sometimes I see myself,
When the waters are still,
And I wonder what happened
To that time-
When I once was a boy
And could always enjoy
All the small things around me
That I could see.
Now a man,
With a heart so dark,
And a bakelite soul-
Strains to remember-
Something.
Anything.
A small fragment
Of that time before-
Of that life I lived
Before the flood
Of stupidity-
Of induced insipidity
And attempted
Chemical self-correction.
I begin to dissolve
Away
And erode the
very foundation
Of my humanity;
At the firmament and
Foundation of my soul-
My strength and
My ability to
Scintillate,
Colorful and Brilliant
In a mid day's sun-
Forever filtered and
Polarized-
Reduced
Into a...