I hear, the cries
the distant and incoherent dreams
the muffled screams
from the void
of my hollow brain
as I stare into the
morbid reality of the
life, the
mockery, the
failure and
I stand, gaping
with my head numbed in
the confusion,
the fear
of my capability
or the lack of it to face
all of it, to cope up with the pace
of everything going
around in unending circles of
expectations, thoughts and
questions that begin with “What if

I hear, a thump
a frantic cadence
a pounding
in my head, my heart
growing louder, growing faster
as I plunge into the
silence of the dark,
ocean of numbness
and I sway my arms around
struck with horror
in search of something,
anything
that I could hold on to
that could give me some support
that could make me believe
that I’m not alone
someone
who would grab hold of me
and pull me out
rescue me
until I realize

I hear, voices now
directions, I follow
to the dark chasm
and I stare
into the depth,
wondering if
I could find
some peace, some light,
rest from all the
movement, the pace
if I take another step
into the innocuous cleft
and fall away
with the zephyr
in search of what I look for
in search of the voice
coming from the bottom
and I stop,
close my eyes
and I take the step forward.
I find me.