Haunting the surroundings,

Haunting the surroundings,

Slipping through walls,

Inhabiting the air,

Creating a silence

So loud, it bursts

Through the drone

Of background noise.

It tickles eardrums with

A wash of mumbled words,

Drifting in slumber,

Waiting to tumble

Out of thought and

Into a mind.

Teetering on the brink

Of knowing.

Wondering if one day,

The truth we fear,

The one that means

Our meaning is clear

And it amounts to nothing

But the next breath.

One day closer

Until a stalking death

Comes to claim us.

And even then,

Just as thought

Gives birth to regret,

We gather ourselves,

In relation to the world

And each other,

Make ready,

With a smile

Of self determination.

And even when

The work place,

Hurts, like the bleakest

Coal face,

Out from the blind,

We hide behind,

We grow to know,

What will become us

In the end.

And though it is

Hard, keeping pace,

We will,

Until the day we know,

It is time.

To let ourselves go.