I stay here.
Away. Far away. Out of reach.
Craving for a sound, like a dying soul for breath
watching the movie of memory
picturing everything lost
Moving away are the events that passed
Shadowing my imagery,
Blackening the light.
Darkening the day,
Closer to  the night.
Mind wandering, soul floating
a blinding power, a helplessness
developing in me
Will this night remain for life?
Will the day ever come?

Dilemma created.
A heart inflated.
Where am I situated?
Here.
*Away, far away, out of reach...