What Purpose?

your lies are the reason I stay in bed
trapped within a heavy blanket of misery
for nothing means anything
anymore
flat on my back I stare at the ceiling
unaware of the shadow’s progress
as time moves on
no movement within these sheets
nor noise within this room
no ticking clock
just the silence of those without hope
what purpose in my breath
and my beating heart
as tears slide from my eyes onto the pillow
nothing means anything
except this
this darkness within
smothering life
painting the world black

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