Unheard-Cries-Of-A-Troubled-Soul

Why do I feel Myself just sinking With nothing and no one to hold on to Slowly, yet, I am on solid ground Do not think it ironic It’s quite plausible Only I am not sinking, Not literally anyway Just emotionally, psychologically, spiritually There’s nothing of Me left No, I am not crazy! No, I am not delusional No, I am not over-exaggerating No, I am not under the influence! Listen to me. I did not vanish into thin air I did not explode into tiny pieces I am not invisible Yes, you can still see Me You can still hear Me! But can you? Is it Me you see? Is it Me you hear? Or is it the illusion of My body, My voice, Struggling to exist, in agony, but perhaps with a little hope The hope of a new dawn Perhaps it will be better today than it was the centuries before That hope is all I have left All I have not to let go But perhaps that too will fade. I plead you save your laughter for a more dramatic act Kick me not to the curb Do not be ignorant of my suffering And later have the boldness to say “If only we knew” At the place I will rest LISTEN TO ME! NOW