A tree falls in the forest.
It doesn’t make a sound.
I lie awake in suffocating silence
Festering in my filthy bedroom.
The half-moon watches from the window.
Witness to reflections of doom.
It doesn’t see me, nobody does.
I’m not in my bed, I’m not in my body.
I’m a silent scream in the empty air.
I’m a choking sob in pajamas.
I’m a puddle of pointless tears.
I’m a question nobody hears.
I’m the powerless passing of years.
I belong on the scarred surface
Of the dead and dusty moon
Watching the shadows creep
Over everything, everything, soon.