There was no from me response

Not even in anger anymore

Defeated I cannot even fake sadness

I sit staring at my pointless life

Work and home are now

Nothing but empty shells

Of a life imagined

And the future is as bleak as the weather

I try to avoid

And all that is left is this object

This 6ft stack of broken promises

Devoid of emotion

Hope or feeling

Or a tomorrow

I am the window in which I stare

Transparent and broken

In a shameful spiral of self pity and decay

And it’s only getting worse

A walking corpse

Frozen in time

Awaiting the days end