Wrapped in Silence

What sensations there are, are dulled.
Nothing is clear and strong anymore.
Nothing penetrates the haze surrounding me.
The closest thing to reality is my fantasy.
I choose to live in dreams.
In my mind’s eye I see you clearly.
In my dreams I feel you.
You are strong and soft,
gentle and forceful
giving and taking
that upon which I thrive
in my dreams.
I resent the demands people make on me.
Don’t want to be there for them.
Can’t bear their questions.
Won’t listen to them.
Won’t respond they way I know I should.
I’m living in a padded cell;
enveloped by silence and dimming memories
of how it was when you were there.
It’s not your fault
nor mine.
It’s what happens when things fall apart
crumbling, fading, running through
our fingers like dry sand…
there may be renewal
sometime in the future
until then
I am here, in my padded cell,
hoping and dreaming,
in a daze, wrapped in silence.

Reviews

[Markymark]

I love the flow and creativity of this piece. The "padded cell" line was unexpected. Great write.

Markymark