Chasing Zeros
Who am I really
A complicated soul
Sinking in the mire and madness
The unrelenting sadness
No escape, no silver lining
No saviour coming
With armor shining
The spinning cog in the attic
Screeches to a halt
Burning up precious memories
Once saved in the vault
My dead eyes stare for hours
At the dead wilting flowers
Saved for the lover who never arrived
And here I am alone
Just a complicated soul
So deep in this hole
I scream at my mirror to make my image
Run away
But it just snickers at me
Says it's here to stay
Mockingly raises his glass
Here's to the hollow man
To the hero chasing zeros.
Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2016
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