The Restless Spirit

The darkness is suffocating. Images of monsters flood my mind, and freedom feels like a hopeless dream. Despite thorough searching, no trace of light was found. The air is thick, and the walls are closing in around me. Am I dead? Does my soul still linger? Crying out in desperation to deaf ears. My body feels as light as a feather, and my voice has no words. I am only a figment of my imagination. What’s left of a life hoped for. I grasp futile hope and crave salvation. This darkness is endless against time. Attempting to speak words I don’t have. Silence is my mark of terror. I see flashes of the life I once knew. Of happiness and joy, filled with laughter. How did I get here? Why am I so lost? Unable to make any connections. Unable to feel the love that surrounded me like the wind. I am forever lost. This poem is a restless spirit.