it is over...
and all that I know follows
I am abandoned on loneliness
each breath
reminds me of the thousand more
I must take to continue this
some would search for hope
I search for a non-existent eternity
terror owns me
panic controls me
and this thing screams inside of me
it screams to be in command
I am strong now
but it grows
and I am slowly withering
so it is I screaming this time
"remove me,
before my human feelings are lost"
"care for me, away from the pain of seeing,
away from seeing the pain"
but the people look away
a million blank stares
looking the other way now
a million empty minds
considering a million useless thoughts
die people
die as the sun turns red above you
your death is as senseless as your life
crumbled ashes are your remains
just as your dreams and hopes before you
it laughs...
and I laugh for the last time
because the echo follows me
as I am no more
From – Pain is Time
ponart
Copyright 1974
Patrick M. O’Neil
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Reference: Collection 1, Poem ID= 34