I Write Sad Poetry... Forgive me my Sins

Now alone, I am no longer part of any flock,
I have become a solitary rock, nobody left to inspire or shock,

Fate and destiny becoming intertwined inside a broken clock, both now silently chime,
Memories lost within a constant rewind, a blank mind,

No longer part of standing in line, haunting regrets are no longer unkind,
Looking at empty walls, no longer seeking a particular sign,

A soul which is now seen as forever dark and cold, the passage of time and the reality of life becoming old,
Content to be left in a stark and dank cemented mold,

The impenetrable walls have been erected all around me,
My eyes closed and nothing left to see,

Nothing left to feel, to touch or to hear, nobody around to sting or seer,
Locked away in my room, returning to my cocoon, deep within my womb,

I am an island lost in another space and time,
Left to exist and remain constantly confined,
I feel no joy or pain,
Now satisfied to just remain, forever locked away as I drift off to sleep and I now concede, I no longer bleed, no longer willing to play life's game, nobody left to love, nothing left to disdain,
I am but a solitary rock who now chooses to
simply refrain, nothing left to drain, indifference helps you stay forever the same...

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Don't go into that good night Rage rage against the dying of the light. 🙌🏼 This was a really good poem.