In a place filled with sound,
I feel so alone.
No friends or family.
No siblings or enemies.

In a place filled with sound,
I cannot hear a thing.
No laughter, cries, or reprieve.
No yelling, whispering, or screams.

In a place filled with sound,
I see nothing.
No people, animals, or trees.
No colors as vivid as can be.

In a place filled with sound,
I taste nothing.
Nothing sweet or salty,
only bland and boring.

In a place filled with sound,
I smell nothing.
Not mommas homemade cooking,
or freshly cut grass.

In a place filled with sound,
I do not exist.
No trace of me ever did.