Reality Doesn'T Apply Poem by Brian Hinckley

I remember falling,
falling into brightly lit darkness.
Blinded and weightless,
yet I could see I was too heavy to move.

I remember the roar,
being deafened by silence.
I tumbled head over heels,
yet I never moved.

Falling in a hole so small a gnat would get stuck,
yet big enough to swallow the world.
Talking as fast as the wind blew,
yet it takes years to reach your ears.

Words become nothing when heard,
yet not listened to.
Thoughts shine in eyes,
yet are never given voice.

Your mind is closed,
yet you will never admit.
Your heart is closed,
this you already know.

Heart and mind,
shuttered behind windows.
Peering out at the world,
wishing they could break free.

I admit that I don't hold the key,
yet I throw myself bodily at the barrier.
Battered and bruised,
I toss my final breath at that wall of emotion.

I lie gasping,
clawing at the stone.
A dying moment,
a chance flickers and fades away.

Falling yet never moving,
here yet always there.
A dichotomy of self,
blinded by the darkness.