No Love
In The World
There
is no love here or anywhere,
Just a bitterly cold wind that ravages the already wretched emptiness.
Beyond the horizon holds no wisp of hope, Only the gnarled remains of
its conception.
There is no rest or peace,
Just the whispering eddies of despair swirling by.
The
flat immutable wasteland holds no exit for escape, Nor entrance for
joy to come in rescue.
There
is no companion,
Just
the uncaring wind lacking the slightest merciful inclination.
Cast
off that splendid finery, for no one is there to see it.
Without
love they are but rags.
Wind
whistles low through the refuse of brittle soul shells That were slowly
eaten away from inside Do not move, for there is no better location.
Do
not breath for the air holds no sustenance.
Wrenching
cries of anguish fall flat and soundless, There is no help in this place
or any other.
Do
not want more,
Because
there is no more where there is no love in the world.
