A stifled voice
still mumbling
but choked by
in the numbed mind

A mind
by the atrocities
witnessed by eyes
carved deep inside

A pair of eyes
gazing from emptiness
in heart
to nothing
simply living
an onerous plight

A heart tired
and burdensome
seeking reprieve
from the burdensome
reality weaved by the mind

A mind with thoughts
in the
wanton knowledge
of the malicious body

A body withered and dragged
scraped and bloodied
holding onto the
last dregs of sanity
for his soul, so kind

A static soul
frozen on time
by the memories
and the pain

Static is the pain

Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash

This post is in response to the daily prompt Static


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