There was a time when people could reach me
When my soul enjoyed the feeling of touch
But now that very touch feels alien
The feeling is no longer there
What has happened I ask myself again and again?
Have I changed or has my soul?
But all I hear is a deafening silence
The path is confusing, long and I am weary
The colours in the prism invite me
But I can’t touch or feel them
Those familiar call my name
But I can no longer see their faces
I look for answers in dark rooms
Running away from the light at the other end
The mind is now asking me
If it all was a illusion
A dream that was never meant to be
Or a reality harsher than I can face
I no longer seek the answers
Just the comfort that comes with the pain
