Bleak at best ..

A dark poem.

Open eyes met only with emptiness.

Racing thoughts pondering void.

Mysterious loss so tried, true, but,..

Heart ripping, tearing from chest.

Wandering to desperate space in mind.

When?

When is it?

It?


Beasts not yet known.

Waiting patiently.

For what?

Sounds of ripping flesh at right.

Cries of the damned, left.

Empty thoughts scream!

Begging for an end.

Trembling dread.


Tomorrow comes ...