Eyes closed,

Speech down,

Thoughts waring,

Waring in-between the corners of the mind.

Dark space. 

No escape.

Words of long ago echoes,

With a reminding voice.

Not a sound pleasing.

Trapped,

Wrapped in the paper of thinking.

Dragging the future events to now.

Fortelling an outcome not right.

Tying it with that voice.

Not my choice.

I denounce!

I see...

This is not ending soon..

But it must!

I must make it end.

That cost light,

Regaining sight,

The opening of the eyes.

And yes, they are now.

I'm back alright.