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
To disappear into nothingness,
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
Toward life, toward other,
Nameless by Natalia Go © 2018