Darkness
Dark..
Dark is the recesses of my mind,
blackness envelope my thoughts,
blocking out the light.
Cobwebs covered rooms of memories,
days and nights long dead and gone.
Black is the heart that beat in my chest,
marking and beating time to my dying.
A heart that had shriveled from indifference,
divorcing love from its central place.
Cold is the wind that buffers my body,
muscles shiver and quiver without warmth.
Body long neglected now falling apart,
euthanasia by monthly installments.
Gloom is the spirit and soul,
of a man that once stroll forth as a king.
A soul that is as fragmented as the spirit,
imprisoned in a dungeon of flesh.
Dark...
wait...is that light?
|posted 1 June 2006|
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