Deserted,without a soul  or shadow
to speak to
Despair and loss, seen and felt
put us in solitary confinement
of silence
Human noise let out by this body
seems to be  the only comfort
consolation of a life going on,
despair going on.
Credence of his words linger
in the air, as air
never to be seen,
only felt
when sight is the remedy.