My music plays with no notes.
My story told with no words.
My poem recites with no rhyme.
My bell rings with no chime.
My drum beats without blare.
My wind whistles without air.
My candle burns without flame.
My life passes without name.

A frozen soldier,
A silent guard.
White faced,
Barking, mad.
A voiceless witness,
With ****** roots.
Recalls,
Relives,
Reminds,
The boots,
That crushed,
That hushed,
Last grasp,
Last cry,
Last gasp.

The end of the world,
Just there.
Past the trees,
Beyond the where.
The brink of all,
A hop, jump and skip.
White nothingness,
A long endless strip.
Mere three steps,
Me, bleak strides, a rime.
The edge of being,
The brim of time.
The end of the world,
Just there.
And I am here,
So near to dare.

Unlocked,
My head unbuckled,
My arms spread.
My mind unshackled,
My heart prepared.
Unlocked,
Head to toe,
Unfastened,
Untied,
Undwelt.
Thoroughly unhitched,
Save one chastity belt.

Bare,
My head sheared,
My mind confessed,
My skin peeled.
My soul undressed.
Bare,
No cover,
No hide,
No veil.
Bare,
Stripped,
Barren,
Nowear.

A well, a pit, I'm sinking deep.
Surrounded by towering walls, I weep.
Soundless, I cry,
Howl to the sky,
Far, far above,
Out of reach,
Out of hand.

The light is no longer mine,
If it ever was.
The darkness, nearer, herer.
So close.
And I am standing,
Half not,
Half lit,
From the lightness residue,
Left in my pit.