Zero

There’s nothing left

Of me.

Only what I stand for,

No joy or purpose…

 

I used to have hope…

Hope for better days.

A better job, a better tomorrow…

Hope of a family

& a dream.

 

Now I have nothing

That means anything.

A few music CDs,

A few books I haven’t

Made the time to read.

 

Suicidal dreams…

Hopes for no tomorrow…

Trapped in a here & now

I can’t leave “or else.”

 

Damned if I stay here,

Damned if I go.

 

Do I even

Believe

In hell.

 

Does anybody care.

 

Copyright 2012 by Tabatha Seven

9/12/12

11:41 a.m.