unnamed, unread

short, adolescent poem on the feeling after a break-up

mute,
lonely,
deaf,
numb.
what do i do now?
regret?
for what?
misery.
its a drug, I need it, you need it.
submit to unhappiness.
wallow in the depths of sadness,
beyond repair,
far from peace?
have I gone too far?
was this even the right way?

questions left unanswered,
feelings tucked in the darkness,
rage concealed within breaks free
and annihilates anything and
everything you've ever known or will ever know.

lost... alone..
consumed..

Created by Brad Lhotsky around February 2002.