Author's note: What can I say? I'm not much of a poet... but I can only improve from practice I suppose. I think I really only posted this because I'm madly in love with the word "Caliginous", and its variants.


No one's moving
And it hurts to breathe.
You're within reach
but so far from me.

I call your name
And you look away.
You turn to leave
Without me again.

The walls close in.
Light fades to a point.
I'm lost, suspended.

My heart beats slow
And pain overcomes.
My existence
becomes meaningless.

It's all your fault!
We were in your hands.
You gave up
All we could have been.

It's hard to tell
When it all began:
This sorrow; this suffering;
This caliginosity.