At Last

At last, I feel


My eyes fill not

With hope,

My mind conjures up

No dreams,

And my body

Is cold


At last, the house

Of pain

That’s my heart

Lies in ruins,

And no god

To rebuild it

Will be born

In this world


At last, I am

Just like you:

I can look

Without seeing,

I can speak

Without kindness,

I can tread

Without caring



I’m trampling on

6 thoughts on “At Last

  1. This is great, Somedays it is as if we are ants, as those bigger and better than us forget our very existence. Perfectly expressed. loved it!

    1. Thank you for stopping by! It’s exhausting to feel both the physical and the psychological pain at being ‘trampled on’ – I hope very much that ants can only feel the former :).

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