Living Death
Living yet lost in my own thoughts and silence
Where there was once an unshakeable presence
Now lays only a void, an untold emptiness
A place where values and goals mean nothing, at all
As I wander from one meal to another
Watching the sun setting followed by a dawn
I wonder how my life became a mute storm
Unable to be one of the alive, yet unable to die
In the woods of my own making I can only see
Far in the distance a mountain and its peak
There where I once was watching the world
Yet now I’m here, my words voiceless, unheard
As if beneath twenty thousand leagues of torment
Michael Aquilina 20.08.2023