Writing dormant dead [PG]

[Mitch]

every breath breathless
every sense senseless
every word, wordless
falling from the page
upon the blackness of
a universe too useless
all is nebulous
disassociated, unneeded
pointless, without meaning
and me, with tired eyes
achy joints and my bones
protruding from my skin
and me, brain feeling dead
i am lying dormant dead
everything said unsaid,
every motion motionless
a hamster in cage on a
spinning wheel running, running
still in place, not going
anywhere
i stumble over from nothingness,
i cradle the wishes upon a star
so far, so far
away in the ever-spanning boring sky
every muscle in this formless form
pushes to the future
where dreams die
couldn't fly without any wings,
i dig into the terrain
rain falls uselessly
torrenting, wettening
exercising impunity
feeling its thinning
away
the erosion hangs
the noose for my head,
i would like to sleep
would like to disappear
over the spectrum of all time
but dormant dead i've things to do,
holding imagination in withering, dying
hands

[CaptainAnarchy]

I give it two thumbs up. I thought your dark poem was riveting and compelling. I think you have mastered dark poetry and served it at its prime. Way to go, you have some serious talent on those hands of yours.I'd like to see more work...