Stuck

It is not sadness that engulfs me

It is something else, it is. . .

Nothing.

I try to block it out.

It takes too long

I am still young, where is everyone?

I am still here yet I cannot get clear

There is nothing to me

Nothing that fills me with glee

There is no one here for me

There is nothing I can do to get free

I will stay here perhaps forever

Yet this is not where I belong

I cannot find my way, I am not that clever

There will be nothing for me at the end of this tunnel

Nothing I think is too clear

I have lived too long already

But I am still young

I am trapped in this black

In this dark

In this hole

This chasm

This abyss

At the end of the world