h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

between sleep and death I lie
each tear I cry, drowns me
impenetrable sorrow that takes
no comfort in tomorrows sighs.
A void where silent ghosts walk
unable to talk their voices
ruptured from the bowels of
and fractured limbs ache,
please break me from this mould
of deep defying sleep, I cannot
keep my silence as once my heart
was wrested with such violence
and torn asunder to leave me
ever blundering on and on and on.
I am vacume as I walk from room
to room, my tread not as jaunty,
my head bowed by inner torment.
Is this me? A person who now
I can no longer see, adrift,
demoralised, paralysed by inertia.
The version of myself I lost.
Does heartache ever come without
such punative bloodsucking cost?

Hmmmmm, can't delete this - loads of spelling errors and words missed out - oh well, just getting the hang of using this place