Spiraling Oblivion

yet another less than upbeat poem...I know, I know, what upbeat poems have i ever written but to that I have to say one thing...SHUT THE F**K UP!!! Enjoy

Bend your ear to me
and listen to my fears
rational, strange, and even real
ring hollowly in your soul
for I can't even believe myself anymore
I think therefore I fear
I believe therefore I wish
and I hope therefore I fail
and with piteous wails vocalize integral facets
shining with the promise of utter redemption
and cast those shimmering jewels in to a sea of doubt
Am I wrong to think this way???
or is it merely the truth seeking solace at long last
in the shadowed recesses of my tortured and broken mind
I do not know anymore
I think I did at one time
but the knowledge slipped away like grains of sand
turning loose the hounds of hell
burning away forlorn hopes and replacing them
with slowly growing and gnawing hungers
for pain, for misery, and for loneliness
and I have no one to blame but my own insatiable need for shadow
to be unseen and unheard
for fear of recrimination and hatred
and so I watch everything slip away from me
and I just fall apart inside
and all I can do is talk to you
tell you my thoughts
watch you pull inexorably away
as I somehow push too hard
as I somehow always say too much
as I finally succumb to my own insanities
and pass beyond even your sweet embrace
turning within for the last time
being nothing but nothing
as I have always feared it was meant to be


---Written By No One Important