onyx stratus
I see, but viewing myself as a landscape to erase.
I hear, but noise can’t cancel my hurt.
I smell, but can’t sniff my way out.
I speak, but words give no release.
I eat, but chew my sorrow to swallow.
I breathe, but can’t inhale to believe.
I walk, but stand in shock.
I sleep, but no dream of relief.
Even though my heart beats,
it could never defeat the pounding of my pain.
(Simple, but hope it gets the point across)
sterile schooner