NaPo 04-15-2011

April 15

I drift through this life like a cursed puppet…
forced to repeat the same cycle every day.
The clock tells me time moves,
My heart tells me I do not.
The barrage assaults my sanity once more, bringing me to my knees.
I look around, and see all the others, who are all caught up…
The sound is not heard.
The voice is muffled out.
Their lives shall continue on with great prosperity and happiness..
And mine…will slip into the wind with naught but a gentle whisper,
Regretful, unaccompanied, and forgotten..