Why?
Who do I say,
Do I say that I am?
What am I now,
Am I now that I was?
When will it be,
Will it be truly me?
Where does this end,
Does this end with a dream?
Oceans rolled,
Storms approached,
I died in the cold,
A lost, broken soul.
Pieces of me,
Crumbling;
All I could see
Were the blind men running.
Their attempts to provide,
For a future not yet coming,
Spoke frozen lies
To the heart I was becoming.
And then-
Only then!
Now - only now do I see
My face has been covered;
It’s too hard to breath.
Don’t break me out
Break me out of silence,
Because this
Ice, cold and frozen
Hardens,
Silences,
Deafens,
Witnesses
The slow break,
The easy descent
Into finally,
Finally
Nothing.