Alone in silent suffering

Emptiness filling the chasm that is my soul

Trapped and unable to speak

Left this way

Cold and freezing

Unable to feel any warmth, any heat

I travel the terrains of my mind

Searching for that which has been taken

Decay and rot in everything I feel

Crumbling towers on the horizon

Desolate and abandoned

Tearfully replacing the bricks that have fallen

My hand reaches for the mortar

From within the darkness

Another has called to me

A stranger who feels familiar

Still as stone I sit, waiting

Again, I hear him call to me

The masonry crumbling in my hands

While his gentle voice speaks to me

Something stirs within me

Liquid lava burning in my veins

A desire, red and h ot

Flushes my cheeks

Only then do I discover the illusion

For he too is trapped and silent, like me