Weeds of Indifference

I talk to myself in the still silence

     leaving a trail of tiny air pebbles,

     I stop breathing in synchrony

     to your heartbeat, encased

     in a folded cage, trapping me

     in a place I try valiantly to escape.

I reach for you but you can’t hear

     my words are scattered, invisible

     a translucent force, backhanding me,

     in an eye blink, I turn to face nothing,

     obliterated swirling thoughts, unknown.

     Why can’t anyone else hear me?

I am hidden in the weeds of indifference

     surely you know what I am saying, but

     my open estuary confesses only to me.

     I beg of you to feed my raging fire

     by listening to the image in your mirror.

     Must I be the only one to validate

     my worth, hidden in my own intensity?