More And More Often

More and more often,
I'm more and more alone.
I'm more and more away when home.

I'm seeking increasing absense.
Hardly there at all.
I used to be a tower,
but now I'm just a piece of wall.

The mirror shows an empty room
but it's still too full for me.
My whispers grasp at silence
as though the nothing can set me free.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.