just like that the silence is gone.
solitude is raped
violated in the most egregious
of ways.

my thoughts explode
in a thousand different
directions.
frustrated by preoccupations
i dream of things
long gone.

there is nothing
now but this.

each foot step stubs out
my soul.
and i panic. i lose.
my days become
ashtrays, overflowing.

ashes of things incomplete.