The Greatest of Fears

The voice has abandoned me,
that beating heart of life which has so departed
Like a pen out of ink, the greatest story remains untold.

I, who once wore a face, but no longer
reduced to shadows. Treading a world so colorless
where the tangible becomes obsolete
and silence reigns like a dictator,
suffocating individuality before it is born.

It’s easy to disappear behind closed eyes, erased so wholly.
Forgotten: as if to never exist.