Silent Air
She stood alone in the doorway
of that room, wanting to speak, but daring not to break the blanketed silence which has become drunk upon the  motionless bodies:

My mind has become lost in the haze of that early morning rocking in the old chair think deeply of the night before, the night when my realization of self came:

To go back to those nights before the last when I slept a dreamful state, I would do anything to go back, before I discovered how my body quakes with fear at everything I come to learn:

How can she play my mind like a childs top spinning around in the weighted air, drunk upon the silent and dark smile covering her lips with my dead lost hopes of freedom:

The blanket that now tenses choking more life from me in my chair, no longer moving in the tense air:

She stood alone in the doorway of that room wanting to speak...