I know you are calling

I know you are calling,

But I am deaf to your words.

I can feel the richness of your colors,

But my sight is blind to there meaning.

Your scent I search for,

But my breaths are devoid of it.

You are all around me,

But your touch I cannot feel.

I know you are here,

In and around me.

But all my senses are burdened,

Hidden under veils of despair and prejudice.

My eyes are open,

But they do not dare to see.

My ears can hear,

But the message they do not absorb.

Your fragrance I inhale,

But it returns before my panting.

You and I converse face to face,

You and I see eye to eye,

But the effect of it is lost,

Lost to the past,

The past which can never be undone,

So with eyes open, I sleep the slumber of death, alive.