Stupor

The pen hits the paper

But the words refuse to flow

Life though changing every moment

Has been at a complete standstill

Lost for words

Lost to life

Thoughts repeat

Nothing new

No similes or metaphors to explain

When the meaning’s lost

What does it matter

Explanations are a thing of the past

Apathy and emptiness fill endlessly

Pretences take on a new significance

Hypocrisy - the best foot forward

Rumbling about other lives

When there’s nothing left to hold on to

The waves have crashed, the tide low

Silences and noises merge into each other senselessly

What is the point in ruminating the past or exploring the future

When the here and now lies completely ravaged and totally desolate