Nat S Ford (natf) wrote,
Nat S Ford
natf

Previous ideas,
Those revolutions,
Rotation of life;
No more.
Somebody caught the merry-go-round,
Dug in their heels -
It stopped.
The sun turned red
Then black.
A world without colour
Remembers
The cancelled past.
Emotions that once brought joy
Forgotten.
Catatonia returns
Prescience
Is a bane.
He was right -
It kills.
Just remember me -
I am here in time of need...
She pretends.
Empty reality.
Voidal to survive.
Don't allow.
Nothing breaches the cataract,
No surgery can remove.
Stare.
No presence visible.
"Just shout if you can hear me",
They say.
Absent friends -Feelings.
One remains -
Futile, so implode
(no debris that way).
I don't understand this word -
Happiness the paradox.
Spiral,
Recede to try to pretend to cope.
No success,
No help available,
Or,
To be precise,
Attainable
Or asked after.
Pity,
Sympathy,
Dry rot,
All the same in crippling power.
Solitude;
Safest, at least it is hoped.
Dry for now
The downfall ceases
To return at a later date.
Serialised.
"A next time will not be permitted!"
Trespassers will be prosecuted.
But, never to return?
Unbearable.
That four letter word of L-destruction
Illegal due to a quality of death.
Incentive resigns;
Leaves the country due to foreseen circumstances,
Position not refilled:-
Grief tries to do two jobs at once.
Failure
Again.
No matter;
Life goes on -
Or, wishful thinking.
No hope.
No chance.
No future.
No meaning to life.
A cancer is defined,
Carcinogenic speech,
Becoming worse for the cause and causation.
A need;
Water given to the dead,
Required.
It does not happen.
No more.
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