No delight
No sorrow
No blessing
In the dark
The murmurs
And screams
And silent gasps
For words never found
Lost beneath a midnight
Blanket of smothering
Exhaustion before the Dawn,
The lids falling heavy
Like all the guilts upon
The shoulders as the
Birds begin to squeak
A door opening to some
Meager approximation
Of the rest needed
To soothe the wearing
The tearing the searing
As the sun finally burns
To push away the shadows
Of a life
Walking broken roads
Promising everything
Producing nothing
Stumbling until
The shattered concrete
Underfoot
Bleeds to stumble
And at last the numbness
Is the first sensation
That there is no lower
That can be gone
And thus there is only sleep
To be had
Waiting for the Star
To cross to the top with you
Anon.
