Contradictions

Contradiction of the soul

I feel alive but not quite whole.

Half of me feels light like day,

the other half as black as coal.

Contradiction of the mind

I look forward, but not behind.

Not able to see my way,

I don't know what I seek to find.

Contradiction of the heart,

is this the end or just the start?

I don't quite know how to say

when the time will come for me to depart.

Contradiction of my sight

I can see that there's something not right.

All vision in disarray

I yearn to return towards the light.

Contradiction of the sound

I hear silence whilst the world is around

I can't hear the words that you say

as my ears begin to grind and pound.

Contradiction of my touch

I can still feel but not too much.

All alone, but you will stay

I know your pity makes it such.

Contradiction of my taste

all I love has gone to waste.

All I do is sit and pray

for a new tongue to come in haste.

Contradiction of my smell

I sense your love, but not too well.

White nor black, your feelings grey

there are urgencies felt, which I cannot tell.

Contradicting right and wrong

you knew how you felt all along,

now I must sit and mould my senses into clay

and try to clarify this distorted song.