Echo of my breath

An echo of my breath The sun is shining hard, yet I can't see the light. Some days it feels as if I'm trapped beneath the dark lair of dirt. The surface above is thick, and my echo has disappeared over time. I often wonder if Life has moved on without me or if I am the one who left. I can hear the bell ring shifting along with the winds mood, I gave up ringing that years ago. I think I might be dead, but I don't really know; it's as if my soul remains locked in this box. I can't see a thing because it's so damn dark, but it doesn't stop me from trying. Somedays I can hear the sound of a woman screaming out and other days a child playing. It's cold and dense like my voice is, it makes me wonder if they are close by. I wait for the miracle that I pray for every day, the one where they'll find me and tell me I'm not alone. Yes, I think I'm dead. It feels so at least, there's a thick wall around me keeping me hidden. I walk among the living but am never seen, do you see me? I whisper to you, but you never hear me. Can you hear me? I run with the wind, but it only drags me to the ground, I think it's the chains I wear on my ankles. Can you help me take them off or are you too busy? So, here I am all by myself beneath this dark lair. My heart it aches, my soul, it burns, and I lay here all alone. I may be dead, I may be alive, this we may never know.

(C) NB Nicholas