III

There's a feeling inside me

That is undefined.

Its face in shadow,

Its form indistinct.

Its presence felt, nonetheless.

I call to it,

Asking for a name.

Silence, the only reply.

Again, I call

Desperate and pleading.

I felt the words,

But heard them not.

"You know who I am."

Cold.

Everything in me is cold.

The words ring in my heart,

And I frantically search for their meaning.

"You know who I am."

No sound.

Just the feeling of those words.

"You know who I am."

I stand,

Staring at this presence.

Unmoving.

The dark and cold surrounding me.

"You know who I am."

Silence.

My trembling lips form the word,

And understanding floods my mind.

You are Silence.