Yet We Remain Nameless
Whispers on the back of your neck,
A darkness spreads,
An all consuming dread,
Waking up to a monotone life-
Monotone people,
Monotone thoughts,
Monotone ideas,
Nothing creative-
For everything has gone dull.
So you begin to wonder-
What it would be like,
To see other colors and feelings-
But you never do it,
What would it feel like?
Look life?
You drown out the noise of your own find with headphones,
And a dull throb fills the spaces.
So all you do is stare,
And count,
minute-
to hour-
to second-
to day-
And eventually it starts to lose hold,
The whispers only come at late hours,
but the tears still come,
Each one shed loosens the grip of the darkness-
No more a cocoon but a blanket,
then a sweater,
then a patch,
then a scar-
that will never-
ever-
heal,
but remind you-
define you-
That this time has passed.