Poem #6: Feeling the Dark

Constant noise berates my ears

it is unbearable

the sound of a virus

suffocating the world.

Hands clamp around my wrists

pulling me down

keeping me here

confining me to the misery of existence

that I call a life.

I cannot lift my fingers to hold my head

I cannot lift my feet to stamp in frustration.

I cannot even close my eyes

to stem the stream of blinding light.

I feel so useless in a dirty world of white.

The vibrations keep me trapped in place,

feeding off of my own fear.

I find little solace in the beat of my heart

or in my short, thin breaths.

And then the moment is over

as spontaneous as a star

a flame burning out

a lightbulb going dim

and suddenly I can move again.

But I will not move.

I will stay in this decay

and wish it gone with every breath

but I will not leave.

It seems

something else is holding me back.