Abandoned like the words

Have my words left me too?
What once came easy like breath,
Now stumbles and falls,
As I walk the dust filled halls.

Once color touched the walls,
Each shade a different thought.
Now all I see is dusty gray dreary,
With nothing hiding behind masks,
And robes of shadow black.
When confronted with my nothing,
I too scream in silent horror.
As I struggle with terrible realization.
Then 'Life' continues...

I wonder why we are given hope and faith,
If words written on mere paper,
Can shake the very foundations of hope,
Of faith.

Abandonded like the words,
Abandonded me like the thoughts.
I sit in the dark alone,
And why does it matter?

Robert Dieterle II