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