Scored Out Scribbles

This cavity
This cavern
This void
Where there was beating
A heart no longer

The sound of stampeding hoofs
Used to echo
Vibrate violently
Has now faded
More a deathly silence

Mimicking life
More an actor fluffing lines
The script rewritten
Scored out scribbles
Trying to define who I am

There is still breath
It clings
Like a new born to its mother
Yet the feeling
Is icy rain on skin

I keep clambering
Like turtles on a beach
Trying to reach the sea
Where I could drown
Or find a reason for living