At the end of the day
There is nothing
No arm to lend a hand
No friend to offer support
No voice to bring words of comfort
JUST A HOLLOW BOX
FILLED WITH EMPTY DREAMS
Void of contact
A quite BITTER RAGE sets in
LONILNESS, SORROW & DESPAIR
No God in heaven can chase away the DEAMONS
of a TORMENTED mind
An the end of the day
There is nothing
I look at myself in the mirror and see thru me
Witnessing the DESTITUTE