Somber Solitude

This is what it feels like

Silence

Waiting and holding my breath, forgetting how to exhale

This heart is a caged animal seeking the sun

I wander deeply in my own echoes

Recessed caverns of memory and thoughts of futility

Wondrous ideas fill my eyes in half-sleep

Towers that never end

Beautiful sounds and music made of pain

Am I even real? Am I someone else’s idea existing in limbo?

I draw the shades and chase the shadows, they understand my need to hide

Tears never come to drown me or to save my soul

All I am is a box

I am a conundrum in my dark and beautiful mind

I can see the light but the tunnel is narrow and withdraws from my scathing touch

Alone I whisper to the void “I am.”