Limited eternity alone, how long must I atone?
Excess hope tortures self, no escape, no fear of pain.
Silent suffering, nothing to be done.
The voice is here, yet nowhere near and I am lost.
I scream, muffled and only silence is heard.
Every tear a chuckle, audible anguish washed away by laughter.
All is done, I look back after.
© Yoda