Plundered (A Dark Poem)

I sit an agonized soul whose life is being plundered of all the things my heart once held so dear. Slowly and slowly my life has retired into nothingness as if I have fallen into a bottomless well with no way to get out with no future goals to cement, only an empty existence wherever I may go. Little by little my life is plundered of friends and of the things I once enjoyed. A pit of emptiness seems to open beneath me with every footstep I take. The more I struggle against it the quicker the pits of despair open all around me waiting for me to stumble and fall into their never land. Forcing myself to carry on is an arduous journey to take on my own. There is no outstretched hand to usher me through the pitfalls, just ones wanting me to stumble and fail. A plundered life is no life and the plunders know not what they do only that it must be their way. At times it feels my lifeblood being drained from my soul by those who cannot understand. Some say I have changed, they could very well be right as I am sapped of the things I have loved and so my plundered life loses everything that meant anything as Death’s fingers get ready to claw me into its tomb. 15 August 2015