Please Read editors note above in the About Ray section first.

"I feel nothing…. "

I feel nothing, place nor pain.
Numb’s where I exist.
Empty, hollow shell in wane,
sinks in mental mist.
To and from, appearance vague
for direction of each thought.
Comprehension is simply plagued,
by more than can be fought.
No will to fight, subdued am I
my knowledge, a sleeping joke.
Breath deeply drawn, exhale and sigh,
once more, alone I woke.
Felt the day, in part and piece,
time stared back at me.
It also laughed, but then ceased,
the joke it could not see.
Fleeting smile, from one thought,
I swiftly sought its source.
My speed too slow, smile now forgot,
no point for its remorse.
A tear began, but then was gone
To what would it apply?
Emotions rain was wasted on
ones hollow selfish cry.
The puzzle piece entitled "Me",
is grossly shaped and torn.
Picture complete, cannot be.
Thinks sadly it was born.
No real desire for the end,
I feel no love or hate.
No goodbye note do I send
The final sleep can wait.
Reality Slaps, sarcasm screams,
they’re felt and heard and real.
I do not run, and so it seems,
I care not for appeal.
Wish all would end, in delight,
for mind and soul and heart.
For now debate a willful plight,
for camaraderie to start.
And be it that which can erase,
the hollow shell in wane.
So Time can see the joke in place,
my “End” can grow in vane.

Ray W. © 01-15-08