To crack a voice
If the tongue throws away
Much needed words
As quiet fell the voice
None spoke
When right the time came
My blame was placed away from me
All shame placed curses on the words
And further now we drift
Away from simple clarity
Darkest now I see
Aborted hope soon spoken to the grave
Then quiet falls the shame

I'm in a dark room,
The noiseless sounds make my ears cringe in the silence,
The emptiness a pressing entity.
The surfaces are sharp and cool,
A foreign substance to this world.
The dank smell is also sharp,
Like pointed daggers to the soul.
A bitterness fills my body,
A sour savory on my tongue.
Everything is thick and sluggish,
Even the candle burned out.
Black.
And yet--
There are shadows on the wall,
Dim silhouettes.
I can see a glimmer
Shining through the broken door.
It's still hushed.
It's still bitter.
It's still empty and thick and dark.
But not so dark.

I look at my broken light and think,
"I can fix that."