The room lies desolate
Voices crawling in my ears
As blood drips
Falling lightly upon the windowpane
Darkness shrouds the streams
As night shatters
Shards glistening in the shade
Falling lightly upon the floor
A rank odor creeps silently
Yellowing the curtains
Toes blackened with ash
Dragging across the floor
A marble angel lies crying
Head bent in sorrowful recollection
Wings torn asunder
Broken in its fetal state
Streams of melting paint
Streaks of color in a black sky
Dripping
Coating the dresser in blue
The sky is falling
Clouds swirl in an endless dance
A tango with the gods
Papers fluttering in a ghostly wind
The soft furs of an ancient king
Lie tattered
Neglected in the corner
Holes from burns long forgotten
I close my eyes to shut out the dreams
Trying to blot out the screams
Tears cloud a shaken mind
Fractured in still life
A photograph fallen in the dusty corner
Aged by passing time
Memories fading softly
Stained by sunlight
Teeth chatter in the bitter cold
As my skin is aflame
Pen strokes falling short
Stopping
A vibration
Not an earthquake
But a light in the eternal grasp
Vision fading fast
Softly lit text beside my face
“Goodbye”
A sweet voice fades
A voice?
No, a hallucination
A product of insomnia
Walls above me are empty
Now devoid of color and life
The white door with brown border crumbles
Leaving us alone
Searching in the dark
Us? Alone?
Alone?
I laugh
My voice echoes in the stillness
The deep recesses of my mind
The labyrinth of space
Expanding infinitely
Yet untouchable
Close, yet out of reach
“The end is near”
I pray
A softly whispered wish
Dying in the abysmal state of I
I am
Lost in the room
Yet finding myself again
And then…
Moonlit Poetry 