Where once I was a man.
I stop to think
But no thoughts come.
The rhythm of my life has gone
And only an empty shell remains.
Who am I? Where am I? Why am I?
No answer is the silent reply.
I want to scream in impotent rage
But I can't remember why.
Did I shave this morning or yesterday
(A second was so long ago)?
I look in the mirror
Is that me or someone I don't know?