A Sense of Abandon

In deafening silence I scream without a sound

Lying in wait to hear more than a single heart's pound

In crowded emptiness I am crushed by the space

Hoping to touch more than just the same lonely face

In blinding darkness my shut eyes are straining

Longing to see more than the same shadow feigning

In draughty waters my tongue shrivels under the tide

Craving to taste more than these flavors that collide

In a barren field of pungency my nose burns as I try to breathe

The odor of nothingness is putrescent as my lonely senses turn to grieve