Me?
The terror becomes wings
Flight become birds.
Silence sits still and listen
Darkness a blanket, still wet
Tear stained cheeks receding in the gloom.
Feathers fall; fleeing angels on your window sill.
Alone, broken, sipping anger;
Bitter and hot.
Me?
Spent, wasted,
Drained of light; faded.
Mirror covered; a shroud
Death sits still.
Hands stretching into the dim distance:
A hazy space of laughter and sun.
Darkness paces each corner,
Growling, whining, moaning, dying.
Alone, broken, empty eyes seeking heaven.
Alone, open, vultures sup
And night is come.