It's dark
Some urge is building up
TVs on background
DVD I've seen
A thousand times

Silence is death
When clothed by walls
When spider webs on plaster
Are the limbs
When carpet is your forest
Lawn

Ten thousand
Seconds or more
I take a breath
My mind hearing
My heartbeats
Boredom

Memories
I try to bend
Refresh as before
With dim
Eyes old
And sore

I need the gardens glen
The red of roses
Yellow of dawn
Her kiss
And more

I yearn to
****** her with my words
And all I do
Is sound
Forlorn

Not is the dark
My lonely
Tale
I leave you
To

Your own
Refrain