Author: zpotter

here where it is empty
I am alone,
my white-painted world.

I crave the solitude,
seeking to find the stillness
where my path becomes clear;

where I know all I have
is what I need,
the rest rich luxury

even you -
who quickened the pace
of my beaten heart
so much more than I deserved,
the greatest gift
in this blink of existence -

will be taken away
(before I'm ready)
by Fate someday.

what's essential lies beneath -

you saw behind the mask -
               the only one

then in a moment,
                 you went blind -

                                            now I am adrift
                    without your anchor -

why can't you see me?

I'm drowning
here before you.

because I don't want to think -
tired of asking why -
I pour another glass,
knowing how poor
I'll be for the effort,
still I seek what
I've missed
in the liquid 
bottom of the glass;

life is fluid,
so I feel nothing -
the desired effect -
I am empty;
no hurt
no love
simply, I am,
but I don't want to think.