absence – A Poet's Pen

Angel

My bones are fractured in small cracks and lines

throughout my body.

I’ve been struck by a disaster that knows no category or scale to describe–

It has broken me into pieces and left me in screams of agony

From the absence of light.

I am fallen.

Depression: an absence of hope, filled with apathy, sitting in an empty house devoid of any colors

or windows

or doors.

Sometimes I can hear a low rumbling drone, like a constant flow moving away from me,

but I can’t place it.

I can’t decipher or understand what this sound is, or where it is going,

but I want to go with it.

On the other side of these walls I know there are roads with people and noise.

I know, because I used to be a part of it

When the Sun left my mind at peace–

So tell me…

When was I left behind in an empty, noiseless city?