The left hand ****
turned all the way
envoloping me
inside a spray
as the water flows
and drips to my feet
I see the steam but
can't feel the heat
I'm no longer wet
I don't see the gleam
upon my bed
I try to dream
only one image
appears to me
and it alone
may be the key
a supple frame
an angel's face
no longer dwells
inside this place
the touch is soft
but carries might
I know I won't
find sleep tonight
a cloud of death
the box is black
as I exhale
I begin to crack
I ***** the ember,
I feel the heat
the skin now pale
upon my seat
I should feel pain
but I am numb
inside my head
a gentle hum
at last a feeling
just an emotion
but lost in waves
an endless ocean
this emptiness
the only cue
I see my heart
now belongs to you
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 11:43 PM UTC