Paralysis

Numbness

a whirlpool circles above our heads

            it whispers      it sting us

numbness

and we can walk amongst the dead

            they are not here

                        they were dropped off

around the corner

numbness

and we can laugh

            with a little shot

                        of anaesthesia

Blindness

and we can run and befog our hearts

            we can follow the candy floss

blindness

and we are not here

            we are never there

                        we never were

blindness

and Scylla is not what it seems to be

            it does not have so many heads

                        nor dried blood on every scale

Deafness

and nobody screams nobody cries

            they are not there

                        we cannot hear

deafness

and music is all that we can hear

            there is no screech of broken lungs

deafness

and we can sing

            nobody out there

                        fear is not knocking

on every door

Muteness

and we cannot talk with fragile voices

            nothing to say

                        no need to speak

muteness

and we can hum a lullaby

            no words no tunes

                        no dreams no faith

Paralysis

and Scylla smiles.

This poem belongs to the series of poems published as "Scylla and Charybdis". The book can be bought here and the preface of it can be read here.