Deep Sadness

Life is non-existent and fills me with sorrow, there is no safe port or harbor for me to be still in, everything is constant turmoil. Silent being, sandwiched between hate and anger for situations out of control. Hanging precariously, the little life I dread is keeping me for some strange reason. All is gone, the point of no return has been passed too often and I can no longer recall what is happening in daily tasks. Remembering is hurting and pain, no forgiveness, only blame and injustice, sacrificing for absolutely no reason, partaking in the few crumbs of bread thrown about to feed on. Sonatas of deep sadness spread themselves throughout my being, tenderly touching the sore, raw spots of living. Accounting for nuances sorted into several piles of separate meanings, life begins and ends on the stage of pregnant death.