Abjection

I know you haven’t asked me
And you really don’t want to know
But the answer to your unasked question
Is no
I’m not OK
I’m not having a great day
Far from it
My reality is unbearable
A place of great distress
Where all I have in mind
Is empty promise
And idle threat
No future hope
Nor past recall
To lift my dying spirit
Just wall-to-wall
The sounds of pain and terror
And silence of despair
Smothering these last remaining breaths
In search of some fresh air
As I surface momentarily
To point to what is needed
To bring relief and care
But find there’s no-one there