Incapacity is a burden,
It drags us downwards
And smothers us with frustration;
Our inability to breathe
Consequently inspires dread
Like paralysis which carries with it
A sort of frightful pain
That we feel most acutely in the mind
Invention and actuality merge,
Blurring our vision
Like one who drowns;
Our surroundings become warped,
Our senses fall victim
To futility and time stands
For nothing. Yet each second
Lost to silence leaves us
More frail than before
Inability does choke us,
And like a toxic bile it floods
Our bellies with bitterness and rage
So we raise our throats
To scream but our voices
Have escaped us, leaving
Only exhaustion to slither
Around our hope,
And fortify our fear.
