It's...

It's the afixed mind admist the crowd of faceless pedestrians
it's the eyes stuggling to catch another glimpse above the water
it's the desperateness of deprived lungs to finish your last words
it's the looking out of the window to see lamp-posts in darkness
it's the heart of a battered soldier returning home
it's the words of a mute
it's the rebuke of silence

it's to close my eyes
and sympathise.