Here's Not Here

I seem to have lost my way, remembering days when I was great.

Now my days are streaming with hate.

Losing my sense of purpose I feel like a failure.

At which point of time did I fall off and fail her.

Now I feel a sense of completion.

I completely failed someone I love.

I completely destroyed something that I had.

From the whiteness of the blinds, through the shadows of the bed. I wish I was dead, while my heart contains dread.

Dreadful memories from physical pain.

Turning something with no name into nothing was the same.

Many bitter sweet memories like dark wine in a cup.

No sense of my drinking limit so there's never enough.

I lost everything I owned because of my fear and now when I look around this house; here's not here.

D.L Wiggins