silence and flies

the days of our lives are numbered

why live in regret and fear?

afraid to move forward and afraid to step back.

this chasm between reality and fantasy is far too wide

muddling the vision with which i see.

i open my mouth in an aching desire to scream a piercing cry

but silence and air grasp the quickening chance,

and leave it unsatisfied, empty, noiseless.

stuck in the silence of the muted words.

these black flies that hover around in a silent crusade

relentlessly and sadistically burning to enter the flesh.

there is no noise; peaceful it is not

only the searing soundlessness of desire that ensnare both mind and heart.

through this all, what minimal hope that is left searches for rescue,

searches for answers,

searches for escape.

could there be a window through which to drag this lifeless body,

away from the piercing noiselessness surrounding?

yet what is escape when all is but a soundless drone of buzzing flies.