color has drained
from my view,
my mouth has
grown heavy.

heavy with the words
i long to speak,
the ever growing list
of things i wish to say.

i wish i could say i’m happy,
i wish i could say i’m fine.
i wish i could say i feel,
but i can’t.

my words cannot find my voice
all that comes out is a whine,
stuttering words and
choked back tears leak.

the longing for feeling to reappear,
expressed only by blood and tears.
staining my soul,
with the remnants of my mortality.