Insulation Poem by David Blake

Whispering, gentle voices calling
out to me from places yet unseen,
luring me further and further from
reason towards the endless sea.
Lost as an innocent child in play, I
can’t resist the temptation to stray
from the path of sanity. Lonely
though I am, I take refuge in the
ignorance of my own suffering and
pain. So faint know the memories
of life, the light dimed by age now
casting long shadows over all that
remains, of my hopes and dreams.