The thread that connected me

To a world not my own

Dwindled into nothing

My existence is a burden upon humanity

And myself

I exist simply to exist

I am absent of purpose

I do not wish to be a vagabond

Of broken dreams

Existing with no one to exist with

Is like eating arsenic

To kill your hunger

The only place that offers shelter

Is death’s embrace

And the widow of winter

Offers on last kiss