My heart does scream 
at the nothing in my hands. 
My hope evaporates slow,   
cold my soul floats,
fades absent to grey. 

Can't keep on 
coming back this way,
howling at the moon 
night and day 
disarray eating away 
my brain, inept 
abandons all my dreams. 

The nothing consumes, 
drizzle soaks right through. 
The rain gets inside 
my bones they ache, 
my life, a waste, 
a pitiful charade, 
a mindless masquerade.

Regret a stain 
nothing can erase.  
Forever it rains 
inside my soul, 
my brain 
buried in snow
and I no more 
got the hope 
the end of my rope.

©JMCole