Inner Silence Poem by bob barci

Here I sit, among a room full of people,
lost in my thoughts that have drowned out their noise.
I resemble my thoughts,
lost - in vast blackness,
lost - in vast emptiness.
Floating around for so long in this darkness is killing me,
for whenever I find some sort of light
it quickly dies out.
I treasure the light for it rarely comes.
When it does, I grab hold and try to brighten it,
but, it quickly dies out, and I'm afloat in my mind again,
searching for the light.
I know the light exists -
someplace.