I woke to a thumping in a darkened room
There was no one but me there, or so I
assumed, just me and my heart beating
like a universe in my chest.
So heavy, so hollow-sunken I suppose
Was the thought that nothing would ever
come to a close, that I screamed until
my voice was no more, faded and gone.
Last night, I dreamed of green eyes burning
through me, not an angel's hair away.
And a mouth drawn tight in anger, but
would not say-that which the eyes
magnified in my mind.
Legions of voices began to whisper my fate
from the back of my mind, through the
synaptic gate-exploding behind my eyes
and filling them with tears.
While emptiness and sorrow wash over my
soul, recent occurrences are taking their
toll-posing the question..what should I do.
Rickey R. Dean
Copyright ©2006 Rickey R Dean