XII

 

XII

Dark is the day and long is the night

That strangles me senseless, denies me light

Now I'm hollowed skin that'll shed like a tear

Beneath it are buried dreams I once held dear. 

No warmed-up blanket of illusions to keep

The icy chill of reality from intruding my sleep. 

Through a world of words I find refuge, short-lived, 

In moments of clarity between lines often skipped. 

My thoughts are creeping shadows, at half-dark they appear

Formidable adversaries that prey on my fear

And in a forsaken corner, where friendship is forgotten

I mourn - as I'm dismembered, to shreds of unimportance.