Sometimes you do things for others <br />never realising what it does to you. <br />It feels as if you’re helping them <br />then realize what it has done to you. <br />You get lost along the way <br />withdrawing from the world <br />and no longer having anything to say. <br />Gone is that, that nurtured you <br />as you turn your back away. <br />Your world becomes a blank page <br />with just one word written on it <br />and that word is despair. <br />You no longer have anyone <br />to talk to and share your ideas. <br />You recede into apologies <br />for nothing that you’ve done. <br />The comfort zone you once had <br />is gone never to return. <br />You slip into boredom that you once knew. <br />Your life is filled with images, <br />which are meaningless to you. <br />Your stuck in a world <br />that is neither happy or sad, <br />but which is meaningless and empty. <br />Your creativity has all but ebbed away <br />and shrunk back into the void <br />that once controlled your life <br />and looks like doing it again. <br />You wander through each day <br />devoid of the things you need <br />to carry your life through. It happened why you ask. <br />The answer is not so readily available. <br />Slowly you fall into loneliness <br />where no thoughts are written down, <br />sliding into an empty world <br />where your voice is never heard <br />and no voices come back to you. <br />The world of desolation <br />where you are no longer an individual, <br />but just another empty drone. <br />Your emotions have been drained away, <br />your feelings are now gone. <br />You face each day without caring <br />whether it will be your last.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/meaningless-12/
