The Guff

Surveying the landscape
looking, seeking, searching

This foreign territory
albeit inviting
offers no path, no beacon, no direction

Paddling in a river void of current
Visibility, translucent at best

6 stars follow 2
Through the haze of grey
Into victory or the void

Suspended in mystery
Life in the Guff

No More

How did I get here
acutely aware
yet obtusely insulated

My hands are corruptly sterile
my life, falsely sanitized

Blinded by the speed of static
to the hurt and pain
that lies bleeding
outside my creaking door

With each passing moment
a soul cries out
a soul dies out
Silenced by the silence

I can't go on living
in this bleached, wretched way

One soul cries out
one soul dies out
no more