Synesthesia Poem by Petra Novakova

There are no doors and no windows in the shapeless soulless room
There are no sounds but the air smells of rot and impending doom
There are no lights and no flames to illuminate the empty nothingness
There are no heartbeats, for those have all left out of pure selfishness
Nothing, an all-permeating pitch black caught in a bottle and released
Into a world without doors, without windows, a world devoid of light

And so she stills, stuck in between one thought and another
And she strains her ears to hear the nothing her mouth speaks
Then, she reaches out her hands, first the left and then the right
Only to find more of that nothing, upside down as she stands still

And he stills too, makes no move to find himself nor to think
And he feels the cold seem deep into his bones, weary and old
Then, his nose twitches as a scent threatens to overwhelm him
But it is only the stale air he smelled upon waking in the nowhere

This is the cage where they all choose to sleep
This is the bed they are not allowed to leave
This world of lost dreams and broken ties
This space of half-truths and half lies

But time knows its waves and knots
The sounds know their true frequences
The colors know their true shades and blots
The hearts beat to the beat wild thunder storms

It knows nothing of itself, born and birthed in black dampness as it was
It is such a small thing of no consequence, yet, somehow, it too exists
It can smell, and see, and taste and feel it all, in the world it knows
It is and it is not, for a fleeting moment in the inbetween it shows

They are alive and they are not, their names make no sounds only colors
They move as one, forever separated by the flesh they must always wear
They still as one, forever connected by the love and the decision to care
They are dead and they are not their faces have no lines only shadows

There is a small something outside the room, beyond the caging walls
There is a sound, a flutter of wings as they respond to nature´s calls
There is a shadow hiding among the clouds reflected in the lake bellow
There is heartbeat of a creature from the past, such a strange bedfellow
Everything, an all-encompassing rays of sunlight, fall on the deceased
In a world with sounds and heartbeats, a world filled with death and life