A Certain Kind of Death

"I learnt the difference between being exhausted and tired"

Said the old man reading Beckett.

You only meet true exhaustion when you run out of options

And hope has left your town.

It's not like you don't find your way in or you don't find your way out,

It’s like you don’t make use of days and nights.

Sitting motionless in his chair, lost in an empty stare,

Like no one was there.

I’m thinking of you waiting for death to come.

You’re living off memories, and some of them are strong enough to keep you alive.

I’m thinking of you living in the dirt, a certain kind of shame in your eyes.

I’m thinking of you barely breathing, getting bored in the desert we built.

I picture you waiting

And no one’s coming,

The silence when I’m gone

Like no one was there.

You’re living off memories

You turn the light off,

It’s a certain kind of death

Stuck into the void.