My Empyrean Hell

I am the forgotten
the insignificant
acknowledged only by ghosts

seen, never felt
or is the other way around?
when did I die?

confusion
cosmic waves
colors, smoke

it's all there
plaguing me
showing me

but grasping what it is,
has proven hard
absolutely vexing

walking through the trees
unseen
dead

no sound is made
but something whistles through it all
I close my eyes and listen

nothing,
just a thunderous silence
my ears begin to bleed

twigs fall from above
the leaves below me open up
some of what I was, is taken

I feel it go
down
free falling

I hear it scream
maybe,
or was that?

what is left floats away
I am separating
cells like bubbles

pulled apart
most graciously
it's painfully unreal

eyes see what they want,
the blue is overwhelming
blinding,

there's static in the stars tonight
whispering of karma
and I am still confused