A Very Minor Extra

Distance dividing me from the world.

I am here existing, but only that.

All around me are the props of my loneliness.

I am an extra that did not merit a credit.

I can no longer be shunned or scorned

For I exist not, to those who would.

The days grow longer. I grow less.

The soul sucking blackness of night is worse.

Night terrors without the need to sleep

Giving way to skulking grey dawn

Signalling another day of nothingness.

.

As I am aware of these things,

The tortures of time.....

Then I must exist.

Yet I would go without a ripple.

And not one friend would attend.

For that concept is unknown

Here in the shadowland.