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?

We acknowledge the Ngunnawal and Ngambri people, who are the Traditional Custodians of the land on which Woroni, Woroni Radio and Woroni TV are created, edited, published, printed and distributed. We pay our respects to Elders past and present. We acknowledge that the name Woroni was taken from the Wadi Wadi Nation without permission, and we are striving to do better for future reconciliation.