I’m reaching and craning my neck
because I hear your voice
When in actuality it’s my own thoughts
trying to conjure you up
Summon you like an ancient spirit
to ask for strength from beyond
Asking for strength because
my own is starting to fail us
My confidence I thought was
built out of the strongest stone
Was a guise that has been
replaced with dust
Staring at opaque ceilings
because I want to receive nothing
I want to process nothing and react to nothing
Time had begun to lose
its hold on me in this capsule I live
It’s speeds up and slows down
to mock my loneliness
I am my own prison, and my thoughts
are holding me hostage