forlorn

 forlorn 

them days are gone

the days that were not days

but

were time forever suspended

running days into endlessness 

but

now they are over 

time in solitary is now days

that split days into days

there is no escape 

except the end 

but 

this is the end 

with nothing in sight 

except reminiscences

of times when pain was pleasure

but

now no pleasure is a pain

forlorn i read that in a poem

aye forlorn so it is

for 

there is nothing 

having described everything 

there is nothing 

but