Purgatory All alone by myself, no distraction in sight. No joy, no worry, no darkness, no light. The doors are all locked, windows blocking the day. So that even the shadows cannot find their way. The last echo has left, taking my final word. To somewhere inside me, where nothing is heard. The colors have faded, no memories remain. No laughter, no sorrow, no pleasure, no pain. The emptiness swells with the numbness within. All time has been lost with no place to begin. The where's, the when's, the how's, and the who's. Along with the me's, and the them's, and the you's. Have merged into nothing, no trace can be found. No feeling, no vision, no sight, and no sound. My body unravels, as if revealing the soul. Like a nerve that has deadened, with no final goal. Embracing the senseless, I've learned to let go. Expecting to learn that which I'll never know. All the love and the lost, both wiped from the slate. As I pray for forgiveness, but I pray it's too late.