Monday, September 8, 2014

Dead

Silence fills the empty space,
light and warmth have fled.
voices from the past
argue in my head
refusing to allow peace in.
I listen as they shout
condemnation is what they serve
my tears are my bitter drink.
In the distance I hear a knock
it's faint and it barely registers
to my ears or heart.
I long to go to see who would knock
If at long last relief has arrived.
The silence presses me back
I can not rise I can not walk
I can not think I can not breathe
I can not
live.