Muted Pleas

Why must words fail me,
casting haunting echoes,
throughout my being?

One phrase, life turns on
less, yet I dwell in a land
of whispered struggle.

Casting about in my own
being, searching for the one
inescapable clause, that alludes.

Will my tears ever be staunched,
or must they continue to flow,
for the remainder of my days?

Silent keystrokes, matching
the roaring within these depths,
a myriad of masked horror.

Unfit to endure, unable to die,
caught between deprivation
and eternity, here I dwell.

Wrapped in this blanket,
cloaked, praying no one
sees me trembling silently.

As the energy expends itself,
in the nightmarish anguish, I
am at a continual loss.

Years roll slowly by, yet the
boy inside, scampers from
the light trying to flood inward.

Turn away, I beg thee, turn
away from the harshness
of my countenance!