Subsistence Poem by Nancy Chambers

I sit alone in an empty house, sobbing.
Muddling thru each day and praying to die.
The piano is silent as if in mourning (looks like a casket)
The chair sits empty, devoid of life
Where there once was joy and happiness
Now only silence, emptiness and sorrow.
A place that once was a home has become my tomb.
All life is gone, what has replaced it is subsistence.
Activities that used to bring joy,
Are drudgery—just necessary tasks.
Things absent from my vocabulary,
Now only appear when proceeded by "there is NO"
There is NO: Joy
There is NO: Happiness
There is NO: Fun
There is NO: Enjoyment
There is NO: Purpose
There is NO Meaning
There is NO: Laughter
(I used to be known as Nancy with the laughing face)
Two positive things I now know:
1: I'll never have to experience this pain and bereavement again.
2: Each day moves me one day closer to DEATH! : -)
I exist all alone in Darkness.