Goodbye

Do you not feel the tug?
Slowly firmly
Do you not sense the drain?
Downwards emptying
And do you not hear that voice
A face not recognisable, you see the mouth move
You just catch the words
Yet… you don’t know what was said

You know there is nothing ahead
It confirms all exits barred
So why carry on…….

I am but a day away
A conversation away
A look, a hint, a letter, away

I can see it
It waits there growing, no not growing
Just becoming more
It cannot confirm anything

It stagnates purpose, reason, imagination
It does not go away
It observes and allows life to drag on, and on

And you wander was any of this or that
Worthwhile, for a reason
Why am I doing this now, right now?
Where does it go, what is the point?

Another 6 million people will have died around the world by the end of the day

What was the point of them being born in the first place?
I think of it, I want it near, there are no answers
Nothing
The person right here right now in hospital
Trying to breath to stay alive, for what,,, for what
To do it again, a while later

And when it comes and is more and engulfs, surrounds, envelops you
You are no more, gone
Has the world paused, looked around to see if it has forgotten something

No, it did not even say goodbye
It will began, a new day
A new dawn
A new hope for someone

Unknown, unheard of
And as they awake and look around
They too may ask
Why me, why am I here.

What of tomorrow