What's the point?
Trapped long enough,
and the outside becomes a blur.
There's life beyond these walls,
But nothing left in my world.
If I could just recall
The sun's warming touch,
Or a child's beaming smile,
Perhaps I'd find a reason to keep going for a while.
But here there's only dark,
The world and I, miles apart,
Emotions numbed and reality crushed,
Time swings to the heavy beat of my heart,
And I hear the last bolt slam shut -
This meaningles existence,
- The Fight against Nothingness