I remember falling, <br />falling into brightly lit darkness. <br />Blinded and weightless, <br />yet I could see I was too heavy to move. <br /> <br />I remember the roar, <br />being deafened by silence. <br />I tumbled head over heels, <br />yet I never moved. <br /> <br />Falling in a hole so small a gnat would get stuck, <br />yet big enough to swallow the world. <br />Talking as fast as the wind blew, <br />yet it takes years to reach your ears. <br /> <br />Words become nothing when heard, <br />yet not listened to. <br />Thoughts shine in eyes, <br />yet are never given voice. <br /> <br />Your mind is closed, <br />yet you will never admit. <br />Your heart is closed, <br />this you already know. <br /> <br />Heart and mind, <br />shuttered behind windows. <br />Peering out at the world, <br />wishing they could break free. <br /> <br />I admit that I don't hold the key, <br />yet I throw myself bodily at the barrier. <br />Battered and bruised, <br />I toss my final breath at that wall of emotion. <br /> <br />I lie gasping, <br />clawing at the stone. <br />A dying moment, <br />a chance flickers and fades away. <br /> <br />Falling yet never moving, <br />here yet always there. <br />A dichotomy of self, <br />blinded by the darkness.<br /><br />Brian Hinckley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reality-doesn-t-apply/
