My heart plays percussion for the deaf.
My body stands on a silent plain.
My arms reach for someone. Anyone.
My fingers flail vainly in the wind.
My eyes cannot focus on the world.
My brain perceives naught but dreamy mist.
My legs move, but don't feel the movement.
My feet prefer to stay where they are.
My lips long to curl and smile again.
My mouth only wishes to mean it.
My tears yearn to rain down forever.
My head waits to lay on a shoulder.
My ears can hear only falsity.
My thoughts eternally let me down.
My hope outlasts any chance of hope.
My life does not seem to be my own.
I am alone.
I tire of only dealing with "my".