Drinking from a vial of dark sadness, cannot
forget, will not forget; mind reeling, mouth
twisted, choking; this pain is not terminal it is
Pain, an accumulation from the past that lingers
in memory, drifting in dreams, floundering on
invisible winds of winter; searching through the
impenetrable haze called tomorrow.
A frosted pane, bare branches waving does not
clear the cobwebbed corners of a grieving mind.
A fractured mirror imaging the soul dances
among the sunlight, a pit of Hell or tower to the
Heavens fear is no longer the builder of an