Departure

It has been a long time

Between dips of the ink

On the page

Rising falling 

Descent.

This dismal abyss

Of hope long

Gone, lost to

Another, long

Yawning days

And nights

Stretched into a

Drear monotone

Droning voice

Of decay around me

Lifeless life ending

City ending

Civilisation

Ending.

    Given the choice

    Between choice

    And compulsion

    Remove choice.

There should be some

Hope to lace the

Bitter tea of a life

Unwanted

But there is none.

A gaping

Yawning, weeping

Sore laying

Putrid in the

Sun of

"Thou shalt"

The only hope here

Is the no-hope of

Departure.

Departure from this

Living hell that passes

For a life

And to instead exist

Free but likely

Alone

With myself

And the hollow tin-can

Thoughts and

Bullshit words.