This Stillness

THIS STILLNESS

There is a stillness deep
a silence that soothes
and terrifies
no words can be spoken
the noise of living
fades into distant places
and I wait quietly pretending
the world doesn't speak to me
the same way it did before
my words are sharp and clear
yet somehow fade and disappear
heard by none
my art if art it be
hides my soul in metaphor
and the stories I tell
are me in hell
my sight is weak
my movements slow and heavy
my thoughts at times unclear
and I fear the madness that is to come
my will is strong and stronger still
and when my heart wants to give in
I push the day to live again
EPILOGUE
every life has a meaning and connection
to all others
each suffering is a reflection
of another’s
the end of one is our own dying