The Blanket

(Unfinished)

The quiet had settled around me like a blanket,

Not being noticed but always there,

A comfort which leads to solitude,

A wrapping of security.

After a time it squeezes tighter,

Barely enough to be noticed,

But noticed it is,

Figured out it is not.

Time passes slowly with brief moments of content,

Moments not quite long enough,

Comforting though they are,

They always fade silently away.

The emotions twist in the time between,

Tearing away at the blanket,

Which tatters and frays as if in slow motion,

But never really leaving the soul wrapped within.

Sounds,

Bits of noise,

Screams in the dark,

All disrupt the quiet.

I tear at the blanket at these times,

I use teeth and nails with no avail,

I know that it is futile to struggle so,

But I have been free before and remember.

Conan Tigard

Date Unknown