Nothingness

Nothingness
By Sandra D Parker

The jagged ridges of emotion cut me to shreds as if being mangled by some rabid hound.

I try to scream yet nothing comes out.

I want to feel something, anything,

but all I feel is nothingness.

I see the color red wherever I look, always burning and consuming my very being.

Still, I do not feel.

What is wrong?

What is right?

If I were to die tomorrow who but me would benefit?

Who would care or know?

What point is there to my useless existence?

What was the point of my useless birth?

You condemned me a long time ago, and now that all hope has vanished you seek reconciliation?

Why now? Why not then when it could have made a difference?

What sort of fascination does the torture of my soul hold for you?

Now here I sit alone, huddled up in a corner of a dark cavernous space.

This space used to hold hope and light, now it is vacant and hollow.

I want to feel something, anything,

but all I feel is nothingness...