Matter

Matter By: Alan Foster

My heart still beating strong despite it having no reason to go on.
Even my wind has lost it's sparkling siren song.
The walls are closing in so cramped, so tight.
I have dried up, turned to dust, there is simply no more fight.
Without fail my eyes sluggishly open every day.
Another meaningless day praying for my strife, my pain to go away.
I am a robot.
I am programed to survive no effort, no thought.
I am completely numb frost bitten.
I am scared and helpless like a little kitten.
I lay uopn this, OUR empty bed.
A million thoughts are torturing me stampeding through my head.
I'm lost.
I can't breathe.
I hurt so bad.
I'm sweating.
I'm shaking.
How can I cry I have no more tears.
I have filled up fathoms and endless seas crying out my fears.
My curse when the sun goes down is to die every night.
No more breath, no more light.
This is how I am left my soul broken into endless shatters.
The day you decided to let me know, I simply didn't matter.