The walls.
The walls are closing.
Closer.
Always coming closer.
I cannot breathe.
Where has the light gone?
Dark.
Still the walls close,
crushing.
Compacting.
Closer.
Closer.
If there is a God,
Why doesn't he help?
My love for you
makes me forget.
I forget who I am,
where I am,
what I was doing...
I forget my name
until you say it,
each syllable sounding infintely sweeter
when uttered by you.
I forget to breathe,
and the only thing
holding me to earth
Is the fact that my fingers are cold.
Drunk
on life.
I fling out my arms and
cry an hallelujah
of joy.
My heart swells
and feels ready to
burst
from this overload
of wondrous feelings.
Head spinning,
unsteady and unsure.
I walk to halls of fate,
sure that someone
has opened a door.
Ripped.
Torn.
Shorn.
From everything I knew before.
My heart wails and cries out in anguish.
But the world spins on,
insensitive to my suffering.
The stars still wink at me
from their nightly posts,
oblivious.
Sobbing.
Gasping.
Weeping.
I scream defiance,
only to realize that
my audience
is deaf.
Vision blurred by teary eye,
I turn my gaze up to the sky.
Rainy day, rainy day...
All my sorrows washed away.
Hiding behind a fake facade,
I continue with this masquerade.
My smiles are really frowns,
and my laugh is just a sob.
The other actors spin around me,
reveling in their parts.
Yet all I want to do is cry.
I would rather be friendless than
be lonely in a crowd.
I sit alone
and contemplate
what a wolf says
to his mate.
The silver moon
lights the trees,
leaves stirring faintly
in the breeze.
An owl flies
'cross cloudy skies;
silent wisdom winged.