Dreamless

Uncertainties are black clouds that wrap the sky...

Hanging in the twilight of

distorted sleepless
dreams
Slowly drowning in the lake
of burning fires and gloomy skies over
dying stars and black skies
With each moonlight fading
the world is falling apart
Restless… a choking of the neck

Ascending cries never ending
A deafening
silence
looms in the dark…

Crows feasting the flesh
Hanging upon a dead willow tree
No peace but a void of
a transcending despair and
a struggle in every
breath
Yesterday’s a masterpiece
blackened
Emerging strife of a desire to live
…lamenting of a withered bloom

and so it says but never
heard…
Is there a better tomorrow at
the end?

Mek
Sep08