How can I touch

How can I touch

When there is no way of reaching

How can I hear

When there is no sound

In silence but

The ragged flow

Of my own breathing

How can I keep moving

With so much weight

Upon my shoulders

How can I see

When the light has gone

And there is nothing

But reflections

Projected

On the inside of my eyelids

How can I stay standing

When there is nothing left

To hold me upright

I will fall down

I will fall down

One day

I will fall down.