This silence which I am trapped in surrounds me like an incomprehensible cotton ball.
Where I find myself held down to a nailed out plank.
From where I struggle to make a comeback.
I am lost in a murky lake of blankness,
in a motionless heathen of debilitating silence.
I row my boat in hopes of finding Something
Clear open blue and bright.
Instead I found my paddles stuck in between
Muddy roots of a shallow lake.