Disappearing Existence

When the hustle dies down
And silence slowly suffocates,
Mind wanders about
And trespasses guarded gates.

With each creak the hinges give way
A little bit more
And heart heavy, mind blank,
Can no longer ignore.

What will the waves of memory
Wash ashore this time?
Caught off guard again…
Voice lost…can only mime.

Try to struggle free from the sand
But sink deeper.
Step away, footprints are
Devoured by the salty reaper.

Conflicted, confused, confounded
Are thoughts.
Desired both freedom and bond –
Taut or untaut?