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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