I Am Hurt

Silence so deafening it fills the room in its entirety, seeping into every corner A form curled up so small it dominates and commands, even though it barely occupies a square inch A heart so broken beyond repair, its beating compounds its own pain Tears appear to flow as if a dam has burst, although the river bed has long since dried out A mind so overwhelmed in its inability to process, it focuses on the calmness of a speck of dust A body so enveloped in tiredness it no longer requires nourishment or sleep Such abundance, such opulence all give rise to a singular meaning I am hurt