Nameless

Nameless, boundless, infinite,

This harrowing anguish.

This silent and profound anger,

Propelling one to unfathomable

depths of desolation.

The light of day is but a silhouette

Hanging faintly over the endless abyss.

Ever present, ever tempting,

Never within reach.

I sail the black waters to

neverwhere

To disappear into nothingness,

forever.

Nothing more can be said,

Nothing a lone soul could comprehend.

It is I, in my own internment

Sentenced for life

Alone could see its face.

It is I, in every atom of my being,

Alone could recognize its weight.

Not seen by eyes not tethered by

the fibers of my consciousness.

This nameless, infinite, profound

antipathy.

Toward life, toward other,

Toward self.

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