Lost

On a silent night,
I sat there in a chair.
I could hear the clock tick,
A train pass somewhere in the distance.
I stood up, ran upto the terrace
Looked up at the night skies 
And questioned why the stars 
Stared at me with such disgust.
Hands over my head, knees stretched
I screamed into a void filled with infinities of possibilities, hoping
The God of the Abyss will lend me a sword.
Hoping the wind would take me 
Bit by bit
Like ashes and dust.
I opened my eyes,
The clock had struck an eleven,
The train was too far away now.