Grey spheres pass in front of colourless eyes

A blur of the world, turning with muffled cries

The air is burning, the ground is stale

A blankness state where statues prevail

Wind of cold, the heat of night

Slowly flowing, a soul in pitiful pligt

Ethereal chains bind the spirits of mind

Numbing the senses, a husk left behind

Limbs does not respond, doesn’t move

The broken past, a Future to prove

This empty room, no love and no light

The darkness fills the world with it’s might

The ledge approaches, prepare for the drop

How often I wished I’d just stop

We cling to homes and abilities

A feeble attempt to break our cyclic equilibrium

Of solitude and sanctuary

We seek the herds and the loudest crowds

To feel whole, to feel alive

Is living really a matter of wholeness?

But what of those who are not in the crowd?

How do we perceive the hermit

The loner, the wanderer, the soulless cripple?

Do their lives matter to us happy people in the mass

When we do not know how to reach them

Or have the ability to understand them

Amongst the living, walks the undead

Droning, mindless, pointless

These people sees no tomorrow

With no future possible, what dreams do these strange folk have?

What hopes do they have for themselves?

How can we make them a part of our happiness?

If only we knew

I toss and I turn

Yet no spot, no pose satisfy

A gentle hum or the complete silence of a hot summer night

It matters little to me

I repress the weather, the heat, the flies

But still

I do not sleep

The promise of a productive day ahead

Amounting creative thoughts

Will all vanish if I’m unable to make my body rest completely

I’ve been here before

Waking up, covered in sweat, half-way strangled in my pillow

But still

I do not sleep

The morning hours draw close

I know why, but I can’t stop

My eyelids are heavy, my body slow and sore, but I think too many thoughts

I lay still

Letting it all sweep over me, letting time pass

But again

I did not sleep