Solitary Soul

Soon I will awaken from this dream.
To see all the things I’ve not yet seen.
But I’m not breathing, is this really a dream?
Or ‘something else?’
Can you hear me? Can you see me?
I need you to ‘hear me’ when I speak.
Not just to listen.
I’ve fallen to my death.
Once again I’m in solitude.
But this time I’m a solitary soul.
You don’t need to cry for me.
This is what I know.
I’ll be ok like I always have been.
It may be cold where I am but I’m not afraid.
It’s almost no different to where I was before.
I can still hear the whispers in the wind.
I can still see the other tortured souls around me.
One day my very existence may be breathed into me.
To bring me back to life.

Ginger