This deafening silence drowns out the sound of the thoughts in my head, and urges on a ceaseless doubting of all that I am; awash in the shadow of a fading memory I lose sense of being while grasping at all that I have been.
Detachment
Uncertainty consuming, a conflagration of doubt consummating a marriage of distress and distraction causes the spirit to falter and slip away; an unwinding of the ties that bind, unintended and unwanted releases all sense of security, all for an unwelcome distance between poet and muse.
The Sanctuary of the Storm 