Defined
I don’t seem to have anything to say anymore.
I don’t dream.
I don’t imagine.
I don’t feel.
It’s an emptiness I always knew was there.
We all share it alone.
However brief my reprieve.
It’s a terrible thing to live in an undefined darkness.
It’s much worse to see a flicker of light.
Was it real?
Is this real?
Am I?
Is any of this real?
A moment fleeting.
We’re all pretending.
None of us live.
We’re placed in situations and contexts like pieces on a game board.
Paths predefined to create the illusion of freedom.
Our fates already determined.
Preconceived responses to preconceived questions.
Death sentences designed to feel like choices.
I tried to change my fate.
I leapt.
And I’ve fallen.
Right back into nothing.
It was a flicker of light.
That defined the darkness.
Unforgiving and cold.
Lonely and common.
Beyond hurt. Beyond disaster.
Empty.
As it always has been.
As it should be.