I wake,
my Sight still darkened
this feeling Warm,Soft, light as a feather,
it brushes my frigid cheek
this feeling so Pure, comforting
I feel Weak...
...Yet I care not this embrace like ecstasy
maybe I am Finally free
like bonds of Inequity loosed
chains, shackles of depression & Guilt broken
voice given to Silent screams
put to empty reams...
burdens of shooting stars, Dreams
being fulfilled, becoming reality
like flesh returning to once lifeless bones.
to a Beat less heart returns vitality.
these mere Seconds last Lifetimes.
though not a word spoken
Silence is Broken
like the ring within one's ear after the destination of land mines
this moment Echoes