Nothing

Not seen to be understood
Deadened desire never ceasing its return, always sated
Ignites the flame already burning.
Taking in, chewing up, spitting out.

Heart not still, motionless it lays.
On and on leaving the place, it always looks the same.
Through the window, sun just below the horizon.
There, never its light.

Empty decay, yearning heft of fullness.
Thoughts not fathomed, filled in nothing.
Ceaselessly addicted, painful
Choosing, the choice already made.

Unpaid crimes of this day.
A debt, known, not kept at bay.
Crowded, this empty place.
Still air, gray sky, not unsurpassed this day.

No tears for this thirst, no radiance penetrates the shadow.
Grain of sand, buried deep in the layers.
Under the perpetually thickening scare tissue.
Ignored, never departing.

Pain not ceding control.
Slowly, gains its strength.
Feeding, yet needs no sustenance.
Strength it makes, desiring weakness.

Deepening cracks in the façade.
Refusing notice, crashing down.
Lifting fallen stones, heavy they are.
Inflicting wounds, never to heal.

Nothing gained in this game.
Never ceasing to play.
Every turn, a piece not taken back.
Still waiting for the next.