Whispers and Echoes

Whispers and Echoes

 

Nothing is quite the same anymore

not taste

not smell

neither sight nor sound

since the day I didn’t die

 

The past is a mystery, a veil drawn across

not clear

not true

neither good nor bad

since the day I didn’t die

 

The future no longer exists to me

unseen

unbelieved

neither hope nor horror

since the day I didn’t die

 

There’s no sense of purpose

not dreams

not hopes

neither fear nor joy

since the day I didn’t die

 

That night, the terrifying night

is vague

indistinct

full of whispers and echoes

since the day I didn’t die

 

Memories: thinly sliced cheese

more holes

than substance

never answers just questions

about the day I didn’t die

 

I should leave well alone – let the dog lie

not rattle

not rummage

move on and not dwell

on the day I didn’t die

 

Standing alone in a crowded life

with friends

with family

in a limbo of choking fog

since the day I didn’t die

 

Still no answers and still no plans

not surgery

not therapy

neither healing nor hurting

since the day I didn’t die

 

Iain