Ravaged in my memory's wake,
I have long suffered.
Strapped to a four-poster.
Eyes and ears wide shut.
Broken images of life,
Flash before my unfazed eyes.
My body lies still.
Unperturbed and Unstirred.
Voices of unknown origin,
Whisper in my ears,
In tongues long forgotten
Of faith and skepticism.
For long and cold nights,
I have dreamed of a blue moth.
It fluttered free- aimlessly
Through a seamless void.
I have prayed silently,
Without an utterance.
Longing for a cold embrace,
To greet my Passage.
