Monochrome

Everything's so quiet.
Everything's so . . . soft.
No brights no darks
      no contrast levels

Every sound is noticeable
      piercing, thunderous

Have you ever listened to yourself breathe?

I feel like there's nothing around me
Just empty, blank space
And I could thrash my arms
Without feeling a thing

Hey, wow. Nothing's there.
The spot where I usually worry
Think of my problems
      _is empty
I'm not numb,
I'm not cold,
I'm merely sensationless.
Not even a taste in my mouth.

I look at the clock,
pendulum swinging.
I know there's things I have to do.
But . . . no.
I clear my throat
      and it seems out of place
Nothing really makes an impact,
      though
Things register, but slip away
As easily as my eyes shift

I crave some sensation.
Some feeling
Some sound
It's just too quiet.