An old poem I did way back in 2004 (1st part of a 3-part series).
Photo courtesy of Sean Eng
In the silence I’m left,
Pacing, pacing.
Roaming in the deafening silence,
Grasping and clawing.
The air is closing,
My breaths are quickening.
I can’t see,
I can’t feel.
All I know is the silence is pressing,
Waiting and lurking,
To pull me the moment my [...]
