The Hearing Eye

You interpret the darkness that lies before you.

out there

maddening

spinning

unstopping

but i am hollow

quiet

un-serene

a vacant glare

without feeling

without focus

isolated

laughter lying

smiles mangled

filled with pain

coiled

ending in flames

stemming from seed

i am monotone

here but hovering

alive but flat

peering down

an image of me

but not me

an illusion

a veil of fabric

someone i don't want to be

a soul who needs saving

yanked from the inside

organs and blood exposed

does my heart still beat

do my lungs continue to breathe

do i have a pulse

why do i not feel

you stopped knocking on my door

hollow remains

tangled in the branches of time

needing to be unraveled