Covered are my weary eyes now with both hands
And every strength drawn to hold them tight
For no reminders must ever meet my sight
Of my eluded happiness and its wrecked plans

Harshest sounds are welcomed by my sore ears
To drown that calming voice which may yet find
Its echo in the weaker recesses of my mind
And the comfort it brings are my greatest fears

The pungent smell of ammonia overwhelms my nose
For present in all nooks is that faint scent
Of clean pillows neck's hollow and sun's ascent
And it gives my fatigued spirit no repose

Shut are my lips sewn with an invisible thread
Each link tenuously built I must now sever
As cuts upon my heart is this pained endeavor
Yet needed is this silence for my road ahead

Written on Nov. 11, 2004.