Long Reach of Silence

Lost in the dark, tangled in silken threads

skeleton fingers of old wounds

leaving empty spaces between lunacy

and distorted visions of obsidian darkness.

Mourning in cobalt skies of midnight hours

forest becomes enemy of old torments,

stones knead blisters on quivering feet -

confusion of illusions in dress of doom.

Muted energy splinters along my trail

unraveling nerves in soupy congealed mist,

rough sands of time lingering in deep recesses.

cracked jars of pain hang breathless from limbs

Fist of night pummels in long reach of silence

eroding numbness fading into nothingness.

a crashing, crushing soliloquy absorbing

intensity between shadow and soul.