Without You

Without You Alone in my mind, Silence deafening, blackness blinding, Confusion is the order of things. And I stand alone, crowded. Hatred, beloved. Peace, at odds within. Hope, here because I am finished. Life, without breathing. Emotions, never feelings. Pain, so pleasurable. Discomfort, so relaxing. My reality is this illusion. Flight, while grounded. Speeding along, never moving. Completed, missing you. Adoration, in my disgust. A constant revolving, Revolting yet fine. Numbing, yet painful. This is my life without you. Rhyme, without reason. Faith, without hope. Dreams, without sleeping. Welcome to me, without you. A picture, of nothing. A book of empty pages. A poem without emotion. This is my life without you. Walking death, never ending. Eyes wide open, yet blinded within. Heart beating, with no pulse running through me. This is my life without you. Soulful, yet uncaring, Treasures of trash Boxes of nothing This is me without you. These things have no reasoning, They make no sense. They have no purpose... Just like me without you.