I become Speechless,
Disorientated and alone.
I can hear of nothing……
Can anything hear of me? …
Am I stuck in a vivid dream,
Where silence is the distraction,
pictures are my thoughts.
And my mind, Is communication.
I am trapped in a world,
Beneath the skin of me.
I have fallen into my soul.
As I have become the inner me.
If I have transcended within my mind.
Then I’m two sided, inside.
Doubled in life,
Tripled in whole,
And a part of one…..
Stillness surrounds me,
It’s loud and irritating.
I can never escape noise,
Even when I am unable to hear.
This piercing squeal of a total emptiness.
MAKE IT STOP! ! !
I rather hear,
Then be deafened by silence…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intense piece. Sometimes the interior life can become surreal. Perhaps time for a bit of fresh air? All the best and thanks again for something great to read.