How I thought
I must have been the only
To be under the surface of the ocean, two miles deep
Drowning slowly
Salt burning my eyes
The darkness consumed only me
How I thought
As conciousness strains my will daily
Every minute anew another journey to trek through
How I thought
Myself a wounded victim
Cuts sting my face
My muscles ache
Yet my heart and mind know no rest
Even into the depths of the silent grey nights
How I thought until
A waking reality pushed a breath
Of painful truth into my tired lungs
These ears refused to listen
To the weary breathing
of sudden strangers
Hidden behind facades of sunshine
His dark, looming highness
Seems to approach a select few
Early, and no honor it is.
I am just another empty ship to be recovered.
Steely cold wind passes
Through the hearts of the hollow trees
In this bleak snowy forest
Besides, only a deathly piercing silence
Can I hear.
Needles grow from the edges of damp branches
Only to pierce holes in my faded, threadbarren coat
As they tumble to meet the ground
How long must I walk?
These iron chains
Freeze my wrists
Imprint grooves into the chapped skin.
My dulled boots seem to grow
Only heavier with each step
Sinking deeper into the unending white blanket
But I must go on(why?).
In my obsecured mind
I see no true face to this pain
My fingers are numbed
Who am I?
The glass may be wiped one day
With the gloved hand of a curious traveler
But never do they stay
They are scared
Of what they might find in such a lonely place.
Pain in it's truest form resides here
And it seems I shall find no one
And it seems I shall never be free.
