Evanescent Atmosphere

Gathered in the wind that sways.
The silence of the cosmos carries me
Like rushing tidal waves.

Every dream seemingly lucid.
Every waken moment seemingly surreal.

Every cell is holding on to every broken piece,
The pieces need to be thrown into the ocean.
Find their ways back to each other.
Create wholes, and duplicates of fibre.

Strength hammers louder than the sobbing of tears.
You could see it blinding from a mile away.

You would follow light, and avoid dark.
But mentally opposite than physical direction.

I don't know who speaks for you,
Tired, worn and lost in depravity..
Lack of attention, you cling to like gravity.

Each bone in your body screaming your own name,
But you don't listen to what they ask.

Your quivering has taught me of the cold that shakes you.
Where is the shield you once used to attend to?

Becoming invisible from all of the steps it takes to crush,
Everything to power down electricity within a rush.