Void
If nobody reads this, I’ll not be surprised,
I’ll die down here; my lack will be my goodbye,
Scrawled out for naught; lost cause, sunk cost.
The disaster I was after, my fault, my fate abides.
My words, shed as shrapnel, underscore the void,
wounds worn as jewelry, so tarnished and destroyed.
Wretched at the outset, what rot can wither shade?
Sick to surmise by the time this hits eyes I’ll have died.
I’d never been so scared, endured such pain my vision blurred,
avail void cries for help, this voice worth no words.
No telling what decay awaits, the callousness incurred.
No one will read this; none will find this fallen, frightened bird.
I’ll be forgot, all eminence null, inane,
whole life, hole in my life, blight upon the grain.
Sordid sort of ordeal all vacant and profane,
feckless, failed endeavor just as well circle the drain.
Such toil void; reap tips for toilet water spiral smile,
a diamond decrying its facets to its face.
Flush with shame bidet soaked in denial,
waste away, decay awaits assured a firm embrace.
Dear world, love the memory that’s become of me; love what never was.
Love the things you loved in me when I was all you loved.
Happiness has had its chance, now sorrow has a try.
Sorry, now, for all my flaws; all my love, goodbye.