Fallen
It's the advent of a new year
But beginnings mean nothing to you
Your very existence has become nothing but a
chore
punishment
ordeal
Day bleeds into night bleeds into day
But you can't see the light when
there's only darkdarkdark to see.
You don't know what it is like
to live without fear anymore
Hope is a hollow sound with no meaning
Happiness is the smile on a stranger's face -
a smile that can't be worn on your tired one
and you wonder
how long it will be
before you crumble
(for crumble you will)
And if anyone will be there to catch you
as
you
fall.
A/N: Entered in Remi's 100 prompts challenge on The Poetry Craze forum, prompt #1 - advent.
The Freeverse Frenzie Competition, entry #1