Razor images cut through the mind.
Joy; sorrow replaced by nothing.
Numb to the issues, numb to the day.
Voices call out my name; shadows steal away.
No ones coming; everyone is now here.
Silent screams in blended rush raise my fear.
There is a knock on the door; a call in the night.
My Heart is unmoved; too tired now to fight.
Pounding of flesh against wood; I don’t move; I can’t.
No energy; no food; numb nothings capture this fool.
The voices rise again; more poundings of flesh to wood.
Razor images shred the last hope; nothing is understood.
J. Allen Wilson © 5/2008