I lay sprawled on the cold concrete,
I have already forgotten
The jagged stones that whisper to my skin
And the jagged stones that want to tear
Through my clothes and into my flesh.
My eyes are looking nowhere particular,
Only partially conscious of the dark ground.
I lay silent and breathless,
Trying to figure out the tangle of lights.
Gravity must be working extra hard on me
And I feel heavy all around
As questions pool my mind
And pour out unanswered
Through a hole that I cannot mend.
The last of my warmth trickles away,
Rain drops on window panes,
My stare still unmoving
Trying to see through the nothing
That my life has become.
