The silent’s is mentally terrifying, painful

I say nothing, for not even my own words return to my ears

The view is not possible, color that brilliant cannot exist

Gazing into worship, my focus runs as water

Though heaven is draped out before me I stand in the dark

 Here

In darkness I walk freely for I’m not seen

I feel nothing

It’s revealed as the silent winds rip at my flesh

Nothing

Longing to hold,  (pause)  something, to touch, feel

Here

I can reach nothing, grasp nothing

Hope is a cruel demon; its feeling died long ago

Only my torment lingers in the dark

Nothing else exist

 Walking on the moon

Sounds lovely doesn’t it

                                                                                    BY: RJK