Void

I am the shell of a bee on a sill

I am the dragonfly under the snow

I am the inebriated

Unconscious

I am the sadness

That swallowed too many pills

I am hurt

That is cold in your heart

I have lied

But in truth, it is not who I am

I am the betrayed

By nature

When we have hidden in the dark

Under the sun

It swallows us like a pill

Going down my throat

Now the darkness has me.

A closet in the basement

Of the old house

With no escape

I am the dark betrayed

Horrific phantom apparition

In the dark of my eyes.

The clouds are feathered

Like angel wings

Over our head

Brush strokes sink

Into the blue

Fades as they move east

We are madness running

As if the full moon pours

Through the dark of day

Walking in full stance

Dancing to the day’s cues

Rhythm and moods

Their shadows wane in the light

While the moving clouds turn.

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