The Present

The Present

There are no words,
only sounds of silence ringing through my head.
There is no feeling,
just a lot of numbness and the feel of feeling dead.
There is no hope,
yet I know that it's to hope I'm clinging...
There is no future,
unless of course, it's the future I'm bringing.

I saw...

I saw a fairy tale, with beautiful people
and children, and laughing, and dancing, and play
I saw learning and music and magic and fun
and I saw it all slip away.