The Emptied soul

A day arrived, and nothing whatsoever felt like it mattered
The pain was always there, hadn't changed, but was not worse
The joy, what little there was, only sometimes burst through
It was not noticed the times when it happened, silent, cold
I don't know why, but when tears fell, there was no release
As I lost beloved members of my circle, I felt zero, nothing
Went to the mirror, blew upon it, mist occurred I was alive
The truth, I would've been more happy if I'd been a ghost
At least it'd explain the brokenness and unspoken fear
Every day, I live my life, simply feeling pain, longing
Could 50 years of belief in an ideal, in practice of love
Somehow, not have been worth the time or effort?
No, I know it was worth it, but I was empty.
C'est la guerre, Je suis fini

An Unhappy Man

Smoking cigarettes, slurring his words
                   His seat buckle wasn't clicked tight
           Drinking a beer while driving wasn't actually legal
But what the hell
             He didn't have anyone waiting on him
       No love
nothing nearly enough
                          So what if he crashed
    He wouldn't even be one to be counted
He'd be the last of the last
                   The highway crew would scrape his remains
                                     put his bits in a bag
Who knew a life could hurt more than
               That death could be more peaceful
          More than fulfilling
That unliving could be something
                   more than the real thing
                          But you'd maybe hope so
You hear people say so
But they are all alive
             Am I right? Yes?
            It is easy therefore
You can say or do anything
        but unless you know
and how would you know
      if you don't do it
How the hell would you know
                                        Just how bad it could be
              Unless you did it
Just to see

One last look

The dust covered street, is free of tracks, prints or trails
Beneath it lay one last generation, bones and dust mingle
When our dreams of the future fell apart, when we failed
Because we hungered for riches, as necessities dwindled
Neither rich nor poor survived, so now is time of remains
We knew better, but every prophet was killed who spoke
Every genius was used for war, and for leisure
When the planet was dying, from our misuse