I can hear the wind

The darkness consumes

A room
Darkened
but for the
resonating brightness
of
Pain.

Yes Sir, i can hear the wind, but your silence is blinding.

Stale stone
cold
eyes.

Dont  leave me alone, the light is gone
my hands are empty and my vision sold.
I need.

A cellular
place
to exist
in Silence
and code.

A shadow to my grief. A widow to my pride.

This is my Land.
These are my walls.
Faith
tests more than
just limits.

Dont leave,
I can hear the wind
I need.

Silence.