Yet another NoDe

No one to talk to
Nowhere to go.
uncork this mind
before I blow.

No point in asking

no ears to hear

No hands to wipe

that lonesome tear.

No words of encouragement

no words of praise.

No form of distinction

will guarantee a raise.

No food

yet no hunger.

No closure in sight.

A deathly dark calm replaces all light.

No pleasant taste

takes this feeling away.
No happy, no sad.
This is no De.

DeMotivation

I thought I'd come back
but I'm not going there
Time's not enough
just to sit and stare.

I've seen what I want
I'll get it yet.
There is nothing else.
My mind is set.

(The title's a twist. I'm on my way. I now have the energy to stay)