Lament for Breath

There is madness in sorrow...

Hanging in the twilight
of distorted sleepless dreams
slowly drowning in the lake
of burning fires and gloomy 
skies over
dying stars
with each moonlight fading
the world is falling apart
restless… a choking of the neck

…ascending cries never ending
a deafening silence looms in the dark…

Crows feasting the flesh
hanging upon a dead willow tree
no peace but a void
of a transcending despair and
a struggle in each breath
yesterday’s a masterpiece 
…blackened
emerging strife of a desire to live
lamenting of a withered 
bloom…

and so it says but never heard…



Mek
Oct08