The Fool

I am hollow and unfulfilled,
Lying naked at your mercy, you stare straight through me,
Nothingness oozes from my husk as I'm left wanting, needing.

Fonds of despair caress my face keeping me here in this moment,
No release, no relief,
I am trapped in this moment.

Consciousness tumbles from my mind in a cascade of fallen stones,
All I am my thoughts, beliefs, scattered to the ground, I lower my arms through treacle time to gather them to me.

My hands do not grasp, my life has fallen through to the abyss,
Pulled towards the edge, a long cold stare out to nothingness - am I truly lost?

Perhaps I never was there, my mind created a false form,
My life has been a continuous ream of pictures, spliced for entertainment - just not my own.

Cold water washes my face, from internal pools of sorrow,
What if all this has been a lie, my life never truly was my life but one chapter in a book of souls.

Turn the page, to be greeted by a starched white glare,
Is that it, is it over?
Longing for a life that never was, will never come to pass.
Here I am - the fool!