Vacancy

I can’t take this lost and empty feeling anymore than you can bear the notion of a happy me,

I have no one I can talk to out of misplaced versions of existentialism everywhere that I see,

On every face like a stern and silent judge banging his gavel while the lawyers object,

To my every complaint, thought, and logical decision which they all soundly reject,

This is my sentenced fate now: just ignore me, lock me up, and throw away the key,

Sitting in silence, attentive to my fellow prisoners but never putting attention to me,

You don’t care because you never did, I was just a useful idiot whose purpose was fulfilled,

You harvested what you needed leaving me like barren fields in need of being tilled,

And I am left with no one to burden my troubles with because I feel no one would care,

Like a war torn soldier wandering the battlefield from a place of vacancy I stare,

At all of this misery and lack love, Of my mind and body worn down by pointless strife,

Aimlessly wandering this hollow graveyard that now seems to have become my life.