exploration: other states

This was a foray into darker poetry.

notes lie crumpled in your hands, 
frown split lips spill forth your sobs, 
as eyes - soft focus look beyond
the clouding veil of life.
slipping out, the blood red streams
(re) paint the bathroom floor.
thumping from the door makes up
missing beats from your chest: 
faltering, looking backwards, 
fogging mind grasps childhood wonder
sights and sounds and vivid flow
swimming through the decades past.
final breath amidst the splinters, 
showering from the broken door, 
distant echoes, growing colder, 
time, it hangs, forever more. 

Reviews

[B.J]

When I saw the title, first I thought a piece about travel in USA. Then I read your work and found it to be a piece about the state of mind and enjoyed reading it. The last line sums it all up nicely.