Ignorant

Jailed in my head,
no light enters my eyes
and the silence releases thoughts
with no stimulation.

My tongue serves no purpose
for my words die out,
before they reach
their destination.
My mind cries out
for freedom.

My eyes, wide open
see nothing new.
My mouth,
tight shut
for there is no reason.
My clenched fists
bruise no flesh,
the purple stain
has no succession.
My knuckles
feel no satisfaction
from the soft patter
of another's blood.

My mind grasps no sympathy
and my eyes close tightly.
I will never reproduce
because the act
has lost it's meaning.
Intercourse is pointless
and love has no tenderness.
I have no fetish
for it has no function.

And my mind aches
as it wails out
for cleanliness
and any pleasure.
I cannot be fixed,
but forever broken
and bruised in emotion.

My heart pumps gently,
prolonging the desires
that have manifested,
like a leech
that will never die.
Nothing can satisfy
my soft, silent anguish.

The calm thumping skips
as the pain grows fonder.
A little pleasure
that surrounds my thought.
Nothing to arouse me,
nothing to confuse me,
nothing to hurt me,
but feeling hurt
all the same.

My mind closes inwards,
a sudden implosion
that harmed nothing
but my thoughts,
another evolution
into softer warmth.
My eyes lose sight
and my mind wanders,
outwards to the open.
An understanding anger
grows within dry anxiety,
I follow myself to solution,
while unnoticed passion
develops in the dark light
of realisation.

My eyes weep
for the first time,
and perhaps the last.
My voice is strong
but constantly fading.
If I spoke out
I would back away to dark comfort,
but fear envelops me.
My ignorance manifests
and I lose hope.
Bless those
that gave it to me,
but curse my heart
for it's soft persistance.

I have no energy
to think, nor move.
My mind resides
in another place.
My eyes see nothing.
My heart knows nothing.
My hands hold
what they can.

Fondness roots deeper,
and I have no way to weed it out.

I into I,
and you into nothing.
As my heart's gentle passion
begins to fade,
my ignorance fades with me.
A soft motion,
A soft lonely passion
gains control of emotion.

My ignorance weeps
just for a moment,
but my eyes
recieve clarity.
My mind finds it's home,
however non-sensical it seems.
Bless her who gave it to me,
but curse my mind
for prolonging my ignorance,
my heart knew nothing
but it's purpose.

An understandable waste
of lasting pleasure
softly passes me,
recieving relief
at the wrong moment.
I served no purpose.

My heart beats to silence
and passion is uprooted.
My eyes, useless and dried up
in their hollow sockets,
only reflect the simple pain
of determined ignorance.
Forbid their pain
and render me no light.