Am I living a dream,
Wandering through the forsaken
realm of imagination?
I walk, yet do not move.
I do not speak, for cannot.
I see, smell, hear, but I
Dare not touch, taste, or wonder.
My blindness carries me to unknown
Lands decorated in foreign scents.
I am handicapped in the sense of courage,
Wishing to speak up but afraid.
I am scared. Is it love?
My heart is taken, my spirit and
Sorrow left within my body,
The insignificant shell where my mind resides.
I am lost in my emotion.