fauxcroft

It screams silence does this solitude

This being in nothingness I choose,

But I know nothingness truly exists

Just like me as conscious energy,

No more not less just this mess

Of light wave particles expressed,

I hear echoes of my past life

With all its flaws and it’s glories,

Feeling the embarrassment and the shame

And even the excruciating pain,

I still see the goodness and the love and light

As well as the compassion and my freedom taking flight,

I hear the drip of the tap and the creak of the floor

I feel the claustrophobia from ceiling to door,

Yet I shut it all out to focus on just my breath

To still my mind, as if inviting death,

Because in solitude there is nothing left.