Haze

Speechless

Wordless thoughts

Floating through and around my

Mind

But none come

And none leave

I stare, my eyes slowly

Unfocusing

Through the front window

Where I would see

Anyone who comes home

To disrupt my

Haven.

Not certain what comes next

And I vaguely realize

In a strange, detached way

Why it is that you can't stand to fly;

I like knowing, too

What walls lay ahead of my vulnerable forehead in the

Dark.

Because not knowing

Has bruised me too many times.

I understand.