Drag

Nails scrape,
Screeching from the back room,
Which one now?
Pain is inevitable.
Run, run now,
Gentle panting is all there is,
Now violent breathing.
Only gentle panting.
Or light suspended breath,
What is going on?
Does anyone know?
Or will we keep asking questions
Until there are no more?
If someone is silently dragging,
Are they dragging?
What are they draging for
We don't actually know unless
We see it happen.
Nothing happens if we are unaware,
Even the word has no meaning.
A man is dragged accross the floor.
A trail is left behind,
What it is we don't know,
But the screeching gives it away.
A million questions,
All without an answer,
Is that possible?
Or are we out of our minds?
If there are answers,
What are the questions?
Do we even know?