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