Without Reason Poem by Philip Lore

The light is blinding,
Something is ending.
A watcher is watched,
Their message sending.
My weary heart pines,
How many crimes?

Fatigue of work,
Works distraction.
Weak for sleep,
No satisfaction.

Live only to hurt,
Scorched, dead earth.
A place of exile,
With pain so vile.

Equal injustice visits this man,
I feel rebellious,
An empty man.

They're all murderers,
Just like me,
Empty inside,
No longer free.

I have no thoughts,
I have no feeling,
The weight of drama,
Heavy on my being.