I feel as though my lips are closed and nothing can get through

No air to breathe or words to speak or food for me to chew

My eyes have shut and locked themselves and I can't find the key

I am blind to what the world, in grandeur, has to offer me

My ears are clogged and cannot hear the many words that are spoken

It seems that every sense I have is tainted, trashed, or broken

To say that I feel locked outside is an understatement for sure

This grand blockade I stand behind could not possibly be a door

Instead I think it is a wall that extends both long and high

and doesn't quit or taper off, even when it reaches the sky

For the sky is no boundary to the loneliness I feel.