what makes us live as if transfixed
frozen from the insides
breathing slowly
sitting,,, still,,,
no one thinking of you
where you are
what you are doing
you manifest into a white light
what makes us unable to function
frozen within our steps
breathing blackness
sitting,,, listening,,, waiting
no one speaking of
where you have not been
what you will do
you hide within the walls
of the shadow
every breath you take
thins the atmosphere
shrinks in dimensions
who is this alien
absorbing all the oxygen
squeezing out all of life
we have come to know
Widowed Without A Manual 