At the point

I am at the point

Where there are no

Mythical creatures abound

Only the cold reality

Of an uncaring Universe

Filled no more with wonder 

But horrors beyond imaging

Uncertain of itself

Uncertain about me

I am at the point

Where Death is reality

Inching closer every moment

Until it finally becomes clear

An opaque thing of darkness

Enveloping like a fog

Absent of any light

Or warmth

Only cold

I am at the point

Where laughter is distant 

Far from where I'm standing

Or sitting or lying or breathing

And others seem to know

That you are near it

And move away from you

Like a contagion

Visable on your face

Deep within you eyes

And they don't want to catch it

I am at the point

Where the joy of just being

Has disappeared like a fine must

Happiness in the little things

Has gone like a kite on a broken string

Love is a distant memory

Despair your constant companion

I am at the point...