Once upon a time, the land was merry and gay

The town folk laughed and chattered away

At least, that’s how it felt.

In my brain.

Before. I can barely remember it now.

The voices I can’t call to the fore

The noise and bustle a faint myth of yore.

Because things are different now.

The sunshine has dimmed for an eternal darkness

Merry is no longer made in this head

Not much is made at all

The energy is no longer there.

It’s quite now.

I’m quite now.

This dreadful,

dreadful silence.