A cacophony of sound beats around 
inside my brain, deafening drops.

Sunday misery breaking the silence 
of yesterdays. Rainy Mondays, 
no hope for tomorrows.

We come and go. We come and go
when the floodgates of pain are open. 

Forgiveness closes doors 
left ajar in anger. 
Time moves forward, 
changes are subtle, 
inevitable. 

Hope does damage to the living dead. 

Alone in this place and time 
I abandon myself to oblivion. 
I abandon myself with a heart so full, 
so full, it is empty. 

The nothingness of time remains 
throughout eternity
time is endless but life 
is like a shooting star.

©JMCole