Withdrawal


There was no burn.
There was no itch.
There was no headache.
Only a silent step toward death.

From the innermost depth of my being
I sense the emptiness, 
Confronting the intolerability of 
an existence that I can continue no longer

The click of the light switch 
thunders through the apartment.

The taste of death pervading the rooms.

The scream of silence engulfing the cacophony of thoughts racing through my head.
. 
Every second moving me 
one step closer to the end

Thoughts in my head can no longer be ignored.
They cannot be buried 
They will not be stilled.

Life seeping out -- drop by drop.

To be filled with Sun,
With Life,
With You.

Withdrawal.