it came upon me, as a thief
silently, stealthily… stealing
my beauty,, my passion,, my dreams,, my desires…
i was swept up from behind,
now i’m caught
i am held fast,,
i am struggling
but the feather like fingers have taken hold..
slowly entwining themselves around my very soul…
coiling,, choking me from within…

i stand motionless… waiting
afraid any movement.. may propel me forward
when all i seek,,
is to go back…
as if i no longer have any control
as if the fates have finally won
and i have lost…
all but what i see…

i close my eyes,, my mind,, my heart
i hide in the shadows
of my own thoughts
as i feel that is all that remains…
of that which i cannot see….
anymore…
i dream of me then,, sometimes
before i was lost
before time,, had its way…
before i was introduced
to the art of decay…