Strangled

Strangled...

Strangled,

I hear but do not speak.

downcast eyes and ceaseless breathing

what is it to live? to be awake; watchful?

Strangled,

Invisible fingers slither on skin

threats whispered; raspy.

mindless shuffling round

and roundfor answers that are no where to be found.

Mystified,

Half-awake and half in dreams

but lucid as water in little streams.

conscious ness a gift and an enemy

valiantly trying to escape

dreams that will never be

Strangled,

And silently screaming—

for a head to turn; to recognizea

dying dream,

a dying mind,

broken; disillusioned.

Strangled,

Prying for answers—

the question itself; yet to be found.

drugged into a peaceful sleep,

but struggling in depths

of the unknown—

fear

anger

rage and jealousy

rapturously beaming—

and a cure—

nowhere to be found.

*Rajwinraj*