I'm surrounded by strangers.
Walking is so hard, everything is so slow.
When did time stop?
The chains are so
heavy...
My heart is aching,
my soul is shaking,
and my mind is breaking.
When did dreaming become a job?
I'm bounded by the unknown...
The question always lingering, like a bee hive that never sleeps.
There are silent tears that escape my soul.
When will this nightmare end?
And then morning comes,
and as I open my eyes, I become aware
that the nightmare
has only begun...

(-DF-06/21/16-)