PRISONER

The incessant clamor
of words seeking meanings
has died down

the blank noise
of life's long pause
is deafening

the salt-peeper
blank screen
of the mind
blinks with
every tick of the clock

no memories
cause any ripples
in the soul pool

so this is it then
I am finally dead

only the air
passing through the lungs
life-like

and then the pangs return
memories rip open wounds
buried moments
back for daily rounds

I am still
a prisoner !