Whispers shatter the tethered stillness  
voices of no word web upon an illness,
nothing is seen but all ends in sighing
his own thoughts trod upon slowly dying.

A cloth of misgivings is wrapped around thought
consuming memories, emotions now overwrought.
lost in the focus an image of ones former self
books in an library of a mind all blank on the shelf.

Catching embers of what it was to be once them
his voice is a shard one now, is he still himself,
there is a cradle that rocks in thoughts birthplace
It must motion once more to redeem this place.

To long was it dormant, creaking in need to respond  
once it would sway, all other voice would be embalmed,
Sanity now blossomed as thoughts now properly weaved
Ill thoughts put to rest, hope reborn and again believed.