Thick Pyjamas.

Consumed.
You’re consumed by what you cannot hold.
Touched by what you cannot feel.
Blinded by what you cannot see.
Deafened by what you cannot hear.
Drowning in a pool empty of water.
You have the moon.
Yet no stars surround it.
Reduced to your knees but still you stand.
A cry with no tears.
A scream with no voice.
Innocence.
Yet no redemption in sight.