The Forgotten

The disconcerting quiet crept upon her
The silence invading her peace
The absence of words deepening the void
The stillness creeping through her veins
She could hear the beating of her heart
She could feel her mind think
Unwatching that which eyes could see
She willed her hands to scream
But no human sound filtered through
Cacophony, her closest mate
Confusion, her twin
Conundrum, her solace
Forgotten somewhere, lost in the nothingness
She wished to still the screeching of her breath
Safely ensconced in a vile harmony
The madness as it slowly crept upon her
Stealing her words, a writer's vanity.