I have no words.
I am spent.
The absence of my voice leaves room for the bile rising up
within the empty cavern where my heart once beat.
Loudly it thrummed out its music and yet now
all that you might hear crushed against the wall of my being:
A quiet flutter, enough to sustain while deprived of verve.
Eyes glazed looking out at the hustle and bustle around me.
Once, I belonged to that world of noise and emotion.
A clouded glass now muffles the sounds and impairs my
vision of an existence I have all but forgotten.
Do not let me forget.
Shatter the glass.