Lost

And then I was gone

All that remained were echoes:

Shadows of my accomplishments,

Reverberations of my hopes and dreams,

Fading scents of my triumphs and failures.

Lost in a continuously absorbing void

Sucked dry

A soundless scream ricocheting around my mind soul.

An existence, without existence.

A life confined to repeating, recycling and compounding trauma

Forever on the knife edge of escalating hysteria

Unable to breathe

As metaphysical palette of black hues overwhelms the bravado of colour.

There is no escape.

It is what it is

I am what I am:

A thing, a body.

To be used and misused

A teaching tool

So, when the last lesson is learned

A billowing silence waits for me.