February 25, 2013

You slip in and out as a mysterious pain
One day dull, achy
The next unbearable, sickening
But never completely gone for good
One sound can trigger everything
One sound, one smell, one place
Brings along with it a feeling of time suspended in space
It was all surreal

The softness you spoke left my head spinning
Wondering
Nervous banter spewed uncontrollably
Overflowing our senses
Flooding our thoughts
Leaving behind a sea of confusion
A game was being played
A game with no winner

Crumbling, broken
Conscious to a new challenge
One I did not want
Need, enjoy, or fear
This human canvas felt at last freed
No longer crumbling over the anticipation of an answer
One to a question too bold to leave lips
Or even to ponder

Now senses are full
A void is complete, returned in the night
But the mind is still tormented
Still battles itself
So counterintuitive this canvas has felt
It just needs relief
Relief from that voice
Relief from that past