Shadows of darkness a hand to hold,
Skeletal fingers lifeless body so cold..
Shades of emptiness, vast open space,
Emotional void, many scars upon his face.
Silent rage, a seething hatred awaits,
Creeping slowly, grasping an unknown fate.
Invisible images, restless thunder screams,
Tossing, turning, imagination dreams.
His heart bleeds, his soul is gone,
No one will miss him, he is all alone.
And the blood pours, a raging river devours,
Echoes of the clock as it strikes the midnight hour.
Against the wall he slides, to the floor he sinks,
His eyelids droop, now, he refuses to think
He cannot wake though he wills it so,
Escape is impossible, he died a long time ago.
© Cynthia Clark