I see a window in the darkness for there is no light. I watch over the endless sea of void of a promised, and somewhat cherished eternity. I see nothing, but I once again hear. This is mine, go away, how dare you! Then again it is gone.

I open my hand and feel, just feel. Its been a while, and I almost forgot. I can't articulate the pleasure as how would I know if it were not pain, as if any felling was worth the risk. I notice warmth - is it burning me? Should I be scared - I don't know, but again I am surrounded. Trapped. I would cry help but to ask is to receive and that won't do. This is my darkness, my eternity - not yours!

It seems easier this time. I have somewhat become accustomed to it, maybe I have been desensitsed.... then again - from what? I have no comparison. I hear a voice - your voice - I go to scream. Shut up!

You don't respond to my cry so loud - you are deaf so cannot hear. You see but do not avert the aggression - should I retaliate - how do I retaliate. I stop screaming - for it is futile, it is easier to image you are not there. You are there. You words are something - is it comfort, is it to me? Should I respond. How? You wait.

I open my eyes.

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Ok, I don't know whether this is a poem, or what. It is suppose to articulate a moment in time where the reader, so you, have ever felt down, or in dispair and I guess it is about finding out how to see again. Realising that often the prizon of dispaire you subject yourself to is only of your own making, so you should try to take comfort in others who in turn can take comfort in yourself. Don't shut yourself off, don't think its the end of the world - it's not!

Let me know what you think.