no more.

there was no place here for me anymore,
still/rocked and complacent,
against this shore.

there was no room for my breathing in this pace,
watered down dreams,
lives moved away from my face.

there was no hope here for this love,
crowded rooms and marred
views from underneath and above.

there were no more smiles here on our faces,
dark, full shrouds
covered all these places.

there was no more fight in me,
no more truth and purity.
there was no more trust in this heart,
no more prayers for a start.

there was no more crying for me,
no more lies from you,
no more ambiguity.

there was no more standing,
but me moving on and forward and fast.

there were no more glances back.
no more chances to
no more hope for
no more you.

Jason Christopher Johnson