speck

there is this speck upon the wall

in the corner of my bedroom

up high, next to the ceiling

where i can go

to leave myself

 

up there i can exist in numbness

so please don’t call me back

or try to block my vision

or I will come rushing back

inside of myself

 

and then i will feel again

 

 

speck

entering nothingness

entering nothingness

 

there is a pain too great

a fear too paralyzing

to breathe

within its grip

for to remain within its grasp

is to have my spirit squeezed from me

and so I simply

become as air

in order to survive

and float away

to enter the oblivion

high upon the wall

where pain’s reality ceases to exist

and fear is but an observation

for existence is finally possible

only in the nothingness of feeling

 

entering-nothingness

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