At darkness, I screamed
To light, I whispered
To air, I sang
To all the world
I simply smiled.

Caste away to the sublime
I hear bells chime
Ringing,
So I drown, deep
Into silence.

Good times, no crimes.

Louder and louder
The air breathes
Sharper and sharper
My voice weeps
I now bow
To silence.

No leaves pass
Quite unusual
It is only a passing wind
Through my skin and the other,
Emptiness.

Filling gaps, seeking sounds
Finding the void
Uncomfortable and now I walk.
Further and further
Gathering light and sound, I move.

*It's hard to explain but there is this turmoil I feel which I've tried to put into this poem. Shall continue later.