Whispers of Nothing .

So the question is why lead someone down the road to nothing?something of no importance, non - existing, no breath, no heart beat, absolute empty......... and no meaning.

why taint a soul who has in it self been tainted, with disbelief, stained and scorned many times before......

does one wake up one day and ask for such malice acts, does are destiny dance around us, stealing ever wink of hope, every inhale of what's beyond reach.

life almost moves in such a slow motion, remembering every second, minute, and hour, like a pendulum swinging, you can hear the sound of air being lacerated, and unwrapped.

your reflection, so untouchable, lifeless, a clone of something unnatural, broken, and cold. Living a facade, that no one can relate too, wearing a mask of vacancy....

Can one live there days with absolute empty? And how long can you stand ?......

how long before you body begins to ache, your chest becomes tighter, and your mouth taste bitter, grievous, and distressful.how long before the silent cries, become so unbearable, unendurable, and intolerable....

until one finds themselves staring up.... for something, anything to fall .Your spirit dejected and melancholy but then a glimmer of blue breaks thru the endless sea of gray .

Tired , and heavy your eyes become in that brief second and you feel a breeze sway and swing ,moving you to a silent melody that only you can hear.

and for that one second it feels so good, marvelous, and almost pleasing but to good to be true to fast, and you realize that reality hasn't stopped moving throughout and around your existence....

and then silence falls, the sea of endless gray conquers, defeating the beauty above, and your left pondering, waiting, for the answer, hoping for this small ambition to become reality......

and the question hits you so hard, and deal such a blow..... you can here the impact like a falling body.....

The question, no more than a simple question is left imbedded, and buried into ones ghost.....whispering it repeats itself over and over like scratched and morbid vinyl playing on a rusted old gramophone ........

My mind whispers again, "So why did you lead me down the road to nothing?"