Death is the silhouette that eclipses the light at the end of this sombre seeming eternity.
I stand, paralysed, like a deer caught, only not in the light,
but in the blinding uncertainty of the absence of light.
Without vision, the immeasurable space between death and I
leaves me estimating indefinite time –
too near, too far –
yet, forever balancing on the edge –
dancing on the narrowest ledge –
which separates life and Death.
Death is the voice in my mind which breaks the silence of every hopeless exchange.
I stand, deaf as a post, only not of sound,
but of the piercing loneliness of the absence of sound.
Without sound, the shrieking pleas from Death to me
leave me longing for it completely –
too much, not enough –
yet, alive and forever haunted –
and in your silence I am taunted –
to choose between life and Death.