Stonebird

I lie here Pain-filled, screaming at the empty desolation of a broken life Unable to move Unable to think Unable to do almost anything Except hope or despair Tortured without end by every simple thing Just consider this When you walked about your comfortable lives doing your everyday normal things  Ignoring that I existed I was broken by you When you wore your putrid perfume, infiltrating  my space again and again - harming my body I was broken by you When you said, for God-knows-how many times, hope all is well - how could it ever be I was broken by you  When you never asked about my reality - left me weeping in total isolation I was broken by you When you ignored my indescribable moment-by moment suffering - for 27 years I was broken by you When you pretended to know what would help me- then effectively pushed me off a cliff into utter torment with no way back I was broken by you When you arrogantly wrote lies about me- then refused to withdraw th...

What is tomorrow except a thousand impossible moments, waiting to not happen for me? Sliced to nothing by every sound imaginable, my body will not comply with tomorrow. All that tomorrow brings then, is great risk and ever-approaching never-ending suffering. Demolished by imperceptibly little, no one sees the tortured life I live, Reduced to a stiff statue on the outside, by even the slightest noise, I am left with nothing but empty jelly and silent screaming, within. Tomorrow lies beyond the shifting strands woven by hope and possibility, Defies the likelihood of any probability to be anything more than tragic pain And anguished dissipating energy. Tomorrow is already crying as it approaches, Then passes me by, Burying its head in a hundred million other lives more interesting, demanding, flamboyant, Yet sees me not, Buried as I am, under a heap of crushed moments from tortured brutal ignorance And broken promises of hoped for better days, long denied. Tomorrow then, ...