And today

I am nobody.

 

Nothing stirs by my hand

no one moves at my voice,

my freedom is absolute.

 

One lonely soul sitting

at a too-bright computer screen

poking at keys on a shadowy keyboard

is of little real or imagined consequence,

especially now.

 

I sit in a dark corner of a

room filled with a lot of 

empty

space

and some junk

a laptop

and no personality or soul

reaches back out to me.

 

Nothing else draws breath or

thinks about the bitterness of these defeats

and the biggest failure one could have prescribed.

 

Nothing else.

 

I am nobody.