You bury yourself
Beneath a veneer of apathy
As though it offers fortification
Then slowly without realising
The wind blows
Through your quietude
Unraveling your every thought
The shift
Reminding you of how
Your bones crackle and ache
The way your irises sting
To alarm you of hurt
Your heart is yet to feel

In high lonesomeness
Silence sounds like water
Running in a dark cave
And you are falling down
Into nothing