The inky black
Will stretch the skies
And stars will reflect
In teary eyes
Words will fall
On deafened ears
As stifling silence
The present rears
The past presents
A sordid tale
Of shards and splinters
A roaring gale
Louder than
A beating heart
And sharper than
A poison dart
The end result
Is quite the same
When I only have
Myself to blame
Inadequacies
They multiply
Compound themselves
But never die
So failure laughs
Cackles away
Pulls puppet strings
Has its way
The choice was never
Mine to make
The opportunities were never
There to take
It was an illusion
A clever ruse
Devoid of inspiration
Lacking a muse
For darkness fell
As did I
From my starry throne
With a startled cry
I only laughed
As I looked back
Luck was something
I did lack
I only had
An inky pen
And paper blank
To write again
To write until
My hand gave out
Until I didn’t
Need to shout
To spill my ink
And bare my soul
For faithfully
I play my role
I’ll bare it here
I’ll make it plain
Through it all
I am insane
It’s much too late
But I won’t sleep
The seeds I’ve sown
Are not to reap
I cannot bring
My eyes to close
For in that state
There’s no repose
No relief
From a burning past
It won’t be stopped
It will outlast
Everything
I tried to find
To fill the spaces
In my mind
The memories
Will spark new flames
New anxieties
More mind games
And I’ll never stop
I can’t be free
Starlit eyes
Will never see
Moonbathed skin
Will ever glow
My one last wish
Is not to know